midnight societyJust turn yourself in to the people you don’t know No one knows when things will ever happen We predict the weather, we predict the seasons, and we predict many other things But what we do not predict are People They are just the most random creation on this planet Don’t try and guess at what will become of you Too many people become left in the relapse of their lives Destroy what you think of your foes and friends Chances are they will do the same in a few years Every light or shimmer in this world has or will go out Relationships, loves, and friends will become only figments of a mmidnight society
red light gauzeA scar, opened in the salty cement road. I don’t know what caused it, but it now won’t close. The tissue not clotting and the blood only seeping. The drips are becoming more frequent and less slow now. A gaze to the streets shows blurry lights and the feeling of winds. A person, shown slightly blurry, runs up to me. Speaking in a language I don’t understand anymore. They point at the pool of blood and yell into the night. More people surround me now, looking at the horrific sight that is me. My wound is large and the drops never existed. The pool gets larger and larger as my eyes stared light gauze
lonely cataclysmStanding up for what is good in the world. He is a third-person view for all. Not ever in anything he doesn’t want to be in. A hero to those who watch him. A villain to those who are jealous of him.. But now it all changes. The costume, the powers, and even the person inside himself. He changes now to adapt to his new environments. The one of which were not chosen by him. But he adapts regardless and keeps being the person he always was. Saving what he can with his mind. Trying to help those with his hands. And protecting those with his body. All of which he will dolonely cataclysm
a bloom of transitionI find a love I once had. I had to find her for my sanity. She led me to believe that I was special to her. Unknowing to me I was not. I was led into temptation. Forgetting all reason and logic. Only to feel that one feeling I had lost. Then she left for the last time. Never again to return to me. I felt betrayed by a thief. To which she stole my sanity. Now I am free. To roam where I please and to do as I feel. Only to be insane is pure independence. Where all time and logic stops into a ball of nothingness. Burned from the ashes of love, I survive. &nba bloom of transition
Devious Journal Entry
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*angels banished from heaven have no choice but to become demons*
+DAMN YOU FOUL WOMAN!!!!+ Stewie Griffin
~IM GOING TO SING THE DOOM SONG NOW. DOOM DOOM DOOM DOOM DOOM DOOM!!!~ GiR
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Good luck
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