The momentum of the storm,
The thunder raging on –
Clouds cover the horizon,
The darkness corrupts the sky,
These shadows collide –
Until it’s over,
And light pierces the sky.
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Laugh! Laugh all you want,
It’s healthy for you,
After all.
A chuckle and a snicker,
Nothing better brightens the world,
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I saw it!
Over there by the light,
A very hideous sight.
The puppeteer of the mind,
Within the bouquet of withered flowers,
Lonely souls it devours,
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An hour or two later, a stream of water flushed down the gent’s head, waking him up. Victor was standing over him with a water bottle.
Victor’s shoe was gone and in its place was a thick bandage. He swallowed painkillers dry. “What did you do with the money?”
“Lots of things.” The gentleman’s voice was feeble. His head jammed pack with all the mishaps of his life.
“Be precise!”
“Take the remote. Turn on the TVs.”
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The silent corridor of dreams
Stillness that lingers in the air,
A powerful moment,
Sensing the might of tranquility,
A looming nothingness with a purpose,
It evokes thoughts,
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“Did you say something?” Victor screamed.
“It barely finished cleaning. The cabinet should have some.”
“Before that, what did you say?”
“I didn’t say anything.”
Victor rushed to him with the gun in his hand. “You’ve got two seconds to explain yourself.” He loomed over the pitiful gentlemen who was now shaking like a complete coward. He said nothing. Victor chuckled. He grabbed a glass from the cabinet. He poured some wine for himself. “You want some?”
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Red River,
Foul spring,
It corrupts everything that it touches,
It runs through the land,
Murmuring softly,
Its song is so deeply alluring,
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The lady in the highest tower,
The Almighty Watch,
Those with a noble heart – she will empower.
The shadows screech,
prisons full –
Her overwhelming reach.
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“You should have known I would find you eventually.” The man declared with a victorious spark in his voice. After scratching his head, he run his fingers over his buzz cut. His leather jacket was zipped up to his neck. He wasn’t ashamed of his scarred hands. The pair of jeans he was wearing was dirty and cheap.
He strolled around the lavish penthouse, taking in the sights. His face was twisted, lingering somewhere on the boundary of hate and madness. The former was keeping him from completely losing control. Continue reading
