Why am I still so sad
When I see your face at night
My heart sinks instead of soars
When you are in my sight
Things that gave me butterflies
Now feel like rocks in my throat
Things that gave me energy
Now hang me from a rope
My body is tired
My mind is hopeless
I had forgotten the scars
You forced me to forfeit
But I love you so
Thanks for the bullshit
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Midnight
60 seconds… 59 seconds… Time was slipping through his fingers, though he clawed at the falling grains of sand, he could not stop the hourglass from flowing. Around him, the silence was deafening. He had taken over every screen in the command centre, putting the terrible seconds before the terrified eyes of his friends and comrades.
By Alexander McEvoy5 days ago in Fiction
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