The Art of the MusicianIn most hearts the music echosIn the symphony of a broken soul
World Is A Nightmare.Once upon a time, night was a friendly place to be.Darkness would cloak me, and help forget about the world as wrote.And the silence that strung in the air was bearable.The night used to be a place of safety, security.Then it changed, turning bitter against.Bringing out all my nightmares that 4a.m. knew.The world no longer seems peaceful, felt like monster were linger in every shadow.How do you sleep in a place you can only fear?How do you release your secrets, when everyone has betrayed you?How do I pick between dreams and reality right now?They're both nightmares.
The Truth in MeThey could never see,light, it blinds,the dark, it hides.They could never hear,the pain, it hurts,but they wont hear my screams,they cant.They could never feel,the real is gone,the fantasy is real.They feel... they see....they hear... they breath...but no one will ever knowthe truth in meHardship and triumph,all up for grabs.Love and comfort,taken from all.Pain and sorrow is all Ifeel. never beforehas it everbeen real.No one understands,everyone hates,no longer are loveand comfort present.Confusion and angerhang in the air,but they now hurt withthe sting of despair.
Anita Blake - Jean ClaudeJean Claude woke up alone again. The room was as dark as pitch, yet he could make out the fine details of it like he was in sunlight. He was in one of the many bedrooms under the Circus of the Damned. It was simply decorated with black carpeting, a couple of leather chairs and a chest of drawers that had some of his spare clothes. He stood up in one swift motion throwing back the black and red silk sheets. He loved the contrast they made against his pale complexion and it made him think of Anita and himself twisted together in the sheets. It made his insides ache that she rejected him at every turn. What was he doing wrong?Jean Claude realised he had been standing still looking at the sheets for sometime. He was wasting precious darkness. He needed to feed. Quickly, he pulled out a white shirt, jeans and grabbed the boots he had left beside the bed and went into the bathroom. This was his favourite bathroom in the Circus. It contained a large bathtub, more like a spa, that could hold