thelastchance16

Dead soldiers blanket the ground. Comrades strewn with the enemy, no distinction. Once tall and proud, now small and stomped into the ground. Burned and battered. Death looks good on you for a change.

Why must I conform to your ideals? Individuality is becoming inferior to conformity in the world today. Every person is born with the ability to create great change in the world. Change is instigated by imagination, the enemy of corporation. Let your mind free, let the dreams you have break away from sleep, let change become part of who you are.  

Sun Sets. The sky blossoms. New kind of rainbow, lives within. The heavens burn with a new kind of life. Night comes upon the horizon, fires blaze millions of miles across the void of space. The darkness is alive.

Cruel sovereign. Personality complex overrules happiness. Anger rules over compassion. Rampaging through her kingdom, no end in sight. Tears fill your very being with joy. Mothers rule with an iron fist.  

Pain in the heart. Feelings go untold. Things are said with the assumption that you will never hear. Stress builds and blinds you to what people actually feel. In anger words are uttered that make you question the ones you love. Things could have gone differently had people told you how they really feel. The ones you trust stab you in the back when you are not even there. Love is lost. Bridges burn. Hearts break. Anger flourishes. Betrayal festers. Emotions spill over the edge. Black and red burst from your skin striking all around you. Warm slick salted tears surge to be expelled from your tired eyes. You build your resolve an

Gone. Feelings obliterated. Compassion withered like the skin of a to old apple. Tears mean nothing – simple acting at its most elaborate. Soul deadened to all feelings but Hate. The things that made you sweet and pure have died in the overcast storm that is your words. The person loved by many is a figment of unrecorded history. Your heart cares for none but its own image. With the onslaught of your poisonous vocabulary I feel as though I have committed the wrongs. You are the destroyer of love. The reason there can never be “unconditional love.” You have torn me beyond repair.

This I believe I believe that knowledge is the key to euphoria. I am driven in my pursuit of all things that increase my intellect because it will enable me to obtain the one tool that will enable me to carve the very stars from the sky, bottle the light from the sun, even to reshape the orbits of all things in the universe, it will give me a tool known by many and used by almost none, a tool called knowledge. When I wake up in the morning the first thing that I think about is not what I’m going to wear or who I’m going to see, no, the very first thought that passes through my mind when I enter the world of reality is, “ what

Hello my name is Axeth Asriel and I’m an in-valid or “god child”. I don’t look it but never the less I am. When I was born in that hospital twenty-three years ago I weighed a feeble three pounds, now I weigh about one ninety-five. My parents thought that it would be ok to have a “natural” birth, “everything would be fine” they thought. They were terribly wrong. Now I pay for their choice every single day, you see in this day and age being born without having been altered is as good as being born without a head. My mom was white and my dad Italian, so I came out kind of in the middle as far as my complex

                                                              TEST The hall seemed to go on forever, the floresent lights that ran up and down the ceiling so bright that it hurts the eyes. Lenolium tiles also too bright, everything in this god-forsaken place is so bright. I hate this crap. I swear to God they do this crap on purpose. I have to come hear every other friggin day and get this damn test taken. They know the bright light hurts my eyes, the bastards do it on purpose, I know they do. They want me to suffer, they want all of my kind to suffer,its sad really. I have been positive for almost four years and i still don't get why peopl