They say healing is from within. Why then does my heart feel dead?
Lost diaries of Dean Olsen
Nope, definitely not. Not archery. Nope, never. I don't even want to see an arrow again in my life. Nah, just no. I stood up and watched Brianna holding back her laughter. I shot twelve arrows, six didn't even hit the target board. The few that did were so far apart, I would have been laughing if I didn't fe
None shall pass. The way is shut, it was made by those who are dead, and the dead keep it. The way is shut...Excerpts from Lord Of The RingsCain McCarthy
Do not forget the road, that leads to home...Kale The FierceMost people say, it doesn't take anything to touch the stars, but sometimes I wonder, aren't the stars all around us? We live with them, sometimes underrate them, but that doesn't stop them from being the brightest stars of all. The hardest decisions are often the hardest to make, makes you feel like you made the mistake
You think you know,Of the fire that courses through my veins?Of the fire that lights up my soul?I'm an enigma,I can't even understand me.I dined with hell's darkness,
Maybe the world would survive,The darkness that ravaged.But not now, not soon.For hell is come,To earth.Humans, Brace yourselves.
Once, I asked a little girl,Hand me your candy,For a jar of honey.She looked at me,As though I was mad,And held her candy,
Blackbird singing in the dead of nightTake these broken wings and learn to flyAll your lifeYou were only waiting for this moment to ariseAdapted from Boss Baby(The Beatles) Black bird
Yesterday I fell in love,With no foothold,I fell.Now I'm in the dark wondering,Do the stars see me?
What if my problem is myself?The voices in my head all me?The darkness I see,All of my own making?What if I'm my own enemy,I'm the hell I run away from.
No one knew I wasn't in control of my body when I fought the first wave of demons. But when Brianna cried out, I took over immediately and became The Harbinger of Doom myself. I stifled the demon, using his own powers. I guess, love indeed, does wonders. This, is my long road home. I miss him. I miss him with every breath I take, every sound I make. I miss the one person who could complete my sentences, the one person who knew what I was on the inside. I miss him every day and sometimes, I can't even eat. I wonder daily, if there's a heaven. And, if there is, is he there?
I need solace,A place to call home.A place to curl up and cry,And never have to wipe the tears,Before anyone sees.I need a little more help,
WORDSThose words broke me.I can't explain,How I felt.So I'll use words,And I
NOT ALIVEThey tell me it gets better,It's just a phase.But what phase is this?An eternal one?
I see my future,I see the light.I see the love,I see my goal.I see the fire that lies dormant,
FOR YOUI write this for youI write this so you'd knowThat only one.One. Completes me. 
DEAR MEDear me, I'm confused again,Don't even know why.I'm being pressured again,Can't stand it anymore.
MIRROR, MIRRORTake a look at my face,What do you see?I feel nothing anymore.Take a look at my scars,
LOSTI can hear them,Calling my name.I can hear them,But I can't see them,Any of th