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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.
PainlessThrow a rock;throw a bolder,throw me in a river.I feel painless.I feel fearless.I feel careless.I love you,I miss you,I need you.I understand clearly,that maybe it will never happen.Never, just keep reminding me of that.I understand clearly,if time is your test,it'll always fail.I'll always fail,you'll always fail,we'll always fail.Life will always fail.My love will always stay.Yours will disappear.Shake it off, and live tomorrow.Shake it off, and keep breathing.Shake it off, and keep your (broken) heart beating.
Can't help yourself..I never wanted this to happen to us.It's slowly erasing our identities.Could you find your heart buried in needles?Lost in the woods, Rivers flow, minds blendCan't help yourself...Watched me crumble,I wish I was a little stronger.
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
Blake Teaches: Prologue"What do you mean, they won't allow me to go!? I'm your Human Servant, aren't I?" The petite necromancer yells at the Local Master of the City, perfectly aware that every creature in the vicinity can hear her."They have informed me that no one is going to bring their Human Servant to this event, as they may be harmed during the encounter." The vampire's voice is as controlled as always and the woman is quite annoyed with his lack of emotions.The necromancer controls her breathing in a meditation style before responding. She looks the local master in his midnight blue eyes. She has to look up to look him in the eyes, as he's 5'11" and she's a mere 5'3". "I refuse to let you go without me, Jean-Claude." Her voice is now calm and collected. She looks at his black, slightly curly, waist length hair, and knows it's as soft as it looks. She smiles mischievously at Jean-Claude before continuin