mormor: Ill Follow You Into The DarkSebastian Moran was just a man now.not an assassin, not a soldier, not even a loved man.He was just a man.A song played on the radio in the New York cab as he made way to his new apartment. “Love of mine, someday you will die, but I’ll be close behind, I’ll follow you into the dark…”This song was pretty old, and should be worn down by now. It was one of those songs when at the time had so much meaning and feeling, yet when time went on it would lose the touch and became just a melody and nuisance. This was one- or it should’ve been.“No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white, just ou
Imaginary (WIP)Chapter 1: Thinking back ‘The world we create is always something to protect us from our fear. The world we imagine becomes our sanctuary, somewhere we go to get away from it all. Sometimes we become so attached to it; we fall inside and are trapped there forever. If you’re there for too long though, your fears began to swell up within the back of your head before leaking their way out and slithering their way into your once-safe haven and causes chaos and havoc within the green, secured land.’ Jack sat there as he finished up the words within the small book, setting it aside. He ran his hand through his shaggy blac
Horrible.How horrible you are.Look at what you've done.How horrible you are.Look at what you've caused.How horrible you are.Go ahead and run.How horrible you are.You should stop, and pause.How horrible you are.Do you even see?How horrible you are.Do you even know?How horrible you are.How painful your words can be?How horrible you are.A person can feel so low...How horrible you are.You caused this to happen.How horrible you are.You wanted it this way.How horrible you are.You know it's a sin.How horrible you are.All that you say.How horrible you are.He's dying slowly now.How horrible you are.Taking h
Friends like this...She makes you hurt,She makes you cry,Your still her friend,I wanna know why...?If she puts you down,and hits you too,then what kind of "friend",is she to you?I wonder about this,every single day,why are you her friend,when she treats you this way?.