Where do people go when they lose faith, stop to believe? When hell isn't too far off, the demons in their heads, the true meaning of living hell. But, it's fine, we're fine.
Tyler Stuart's abandoned journal
PS- This is a new POV, just thought to add it for spice or something. It'll be important later on
Bleak days, bleaker nights.Where's the end,To all this suffering?Victim of the Greatest War, 2018
Fire,A fragile force,Of massive destruction.Burn,Rain hell,Down on fragile earth.
People change,People grow,People live,People die,But the memories,Never fade.&nbs
It's time for you,Forgo those rules,Be the legend you are,By embracing you.Stand at the pinnacle,Of fire and darkness,
What do you do,When the world is falling apart?Do you cry,Or just wait to die?Or would you live each day,Gratitude in your heart,
Take me back,To the days.Of no wars or death,Of peace,Of laughter.Take me back,
All is lost, In the end.Tyler's POV
There's sometimes,No words to express,This growing pain,That breaks you,And it seems like,You'd never heal.
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