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to me you're so deadto me by ~cronocoffin144
you can't see yourself
wrap your head
around reality's oppressive stare
though you don't care
i think you're worried
i can see it
when you cry your black tears
try to let go
so i can catch you
when you no longer fear
only then can i save you
Story Collab Intro: Silence Sanj Westmeare woke up to a deafening silence. The cool air of pre-dawn brought her quickly through the fog of sleep and into full awareness of the situation. She looked to her bedroom window but it was too dark to see anything. Outside that window was Maiden’s Cross, a small but growing city at the edge of Thorn Forest. Outside that window, Sanj felt sure, something was definitely not right.Story Collab Intro: Silence by ~cronocoffin144
She got out of bed and dressed quickly, pulling on trousers, warm socks and soft leather boots, a blouse and a jacket. Her clothes were both comfortable and functional, providing her with freed
at the last massive midnightat the last by ~cronocoffin144
light my way
give me eyes to see in darkness
so i'll never have to see the day
sleeping sunrise
leave me be
let me have my fading dreams
do not disturb me
noon
i do not need thee
leave me be
begone before i wake
little evening
see me rising with the moon
night is dawning
though my life is ending
neither here nor there the world is fairly flatneither here nor there by ~cronocoffin144
and i can't figure out
why we're not wearing
gas masks
but i guess we need to show off
our pretty pretty faces
i do not like seeing things
through these dirty dirty lenses
...
on the other hand...
i'd rather not see
it only gets in the way
and with each passing day
these old paintings decay
maybe i can't be the way
the world taught me to be
maybe i have to shamelessly give up
for the future to stand up
and furiously cry
for their lost
let the mold come
held in entropy's dear hands
who reach out only to shake you free
from that old serpent
who has you wrapped in her coils
of mortality
where w
Regretful 
Sta.sh
