Silver-Razor

Remember. Sometimes something minuscule is beautiful. Everlasting tides? Morning sunrise? Even things as simple as a touch of a hand to remind you of... Memories you once cherished so dearly. But we can't always see it. Each of us suffocating in sorrow unable to grasp anything else to breathe. Reach up and break the water. To all. Everyone. I love you. Hell- even those I have yet to meet. Everything seems so painful but remember I love you. Even if I am nothing but a voice on the wind. Damning ourselves and inflicting wounds be they physical or otherwise. All of us burning under one sun and yet too blinded to see those beside us. You thin

I don’t like it.  Yes. What it does to me.  Yes. I don’t like it.  Yes. I don’t want it.  Yes. But it makes me need.  Yes, yes. It makes me need.  Yes, yes. I hate it.  Yes. I don’t like it.  Yes. I need it.  Yes. I need it. Yes. Addiction. It strangles my veins, the veil of power pierced by longing again and again and again and again. Who are you? Who are the eyes who are so quick to pass judgement? Are you hurting?  Yes. Suffering?  Yes. Writhing?  Yes. Falling?  Yes. Want it to end?  Yes. Need it?  Yes, yes, yes. Then have it.

Sometimes I wonder and sometimes I ponder the joy of pain and hurt. Sometimes I'm good and sometimes I'm bad whilst being the best and the worst. Sometimes I think and sometimes I act and sometimes I idle for nought. Sometimes I crawl and sometimes I run but never do I get caught. At times I'm quite feline, at times I feel sublime but not without some doubt. Sometimes considered are memories withered that I might be better without. Sometimes I wonder and sometimes I ponder and sometimes I am strong. But sometimes I'm weak and sometimes I'm slow and I cannot help being wrong. Perhaps it is best that I pass every test that is mercilessly th

She ran... She ran and ran... Not fast enough... God was her job a pain in the ass. Again... She couldn't keep doing this over... But she was running out of options... The likeliness of Nevar being discovered was not a good thing with his habit of returning to her but she couldn't just send him away. She had to keep running. There had to be a way. There had to be a way. She'd make one if she had to. Curses. They were what she specialised in. She knew every curse known to man and then the ones known beyond that life-state. They and her summons were all she had. She knew how to create cursed objects and how to break those curses. She kn

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"Short steps, deep breath, Everything is alright..." Hex looked down at the little music box. It was one of Penny's most precious possessions. "How do I know you?" She wondered aloud. The song shouldn't be familiar to her. It was as simple as that. Yet still when it played she could always recall the lyrics as if she had read them the night before. It was maddening. Did it pertain to the magic of the box perhaps? She doubted it, it was seemingly simple. She put the box back infront of Penny who was sleeping upon the desk. Penny- someone whom she could call a friend. Penny- who seemed to gain a new wound for every single note that played

"You made a mistake tonight." C a s t i n g   i s   a n   a r t -   c u r s i n g   i s   a n   a r t - N o t   a r t   i t   l i v e s ,   i t   b r e a t h e s - I t   r e s o n a t e s -   p u l s i n g   a n d   w r i t h i n g   u n d e r   t h e   s k i n   a n d   i t   c a n   b e   d e a t h   i t s e l f . "Did you not hear me?! Come out, or you won't be seeing your precious ship again. I wonder how long it would take that crew of yours to drown? A big enough storm could even kill the ones who are used to being beneath its waters." If she was anything, it was possessive. What a mistake was made on the part of her challenger. "I