Two-kinds-of-style

I can see the light, it shines in my eyes I can't see what the fight is, but all the whys in my head stop me If I could halt its advance More like a dance, as it seems I would perhaps halt my own life For that, I shall end it with the knife. To kill oneself? Said the man in black Yes yes said I as stared from the rack But that is a fools game But I do not, I shall not be tame Tame? Your life you call lame? Lame? I cannot tell you how much I blame you. Come come now, Yo draw to your end, is that how it goes? Yes, my end, I render my flesh to those who have woes In life, said the preecher, he was a good man 'In life?' I laughed,

As I sat at my desk, I felt an odd feeling in my hands, a numb wet cut off feeling. I felt something was hitting me. Oddly enough I actually felt pressure. I felt this constant and continus pressure all over my neck. I ran out the room, after asking to go to the bath room.  I washed my hands over and over, It felt like there was something crawling in me. I couldn't stand it. And the cross had stopped working a while ago. I soon went back inside and collaped onto my knees, my hands still covering my neck and head. A counsoler was called in and I was removed from the classroom. I still felt it there. Still pushing, and I asked for a stone of s

'I was never the one to complain when I was dreamed up. I was the shy quiet one. The sleeping Giant. Book of Night with Moon is the written idea that, although things die, they have not died in ones mind. When a man or woman have told their tales, their life stories or things they made up, but still had some truth to it, that Story gets passed down the ages. As it is passed, the person is never forgotten, and in this way, He, or she, Becomes Immortal. When the world was young, and the first souls and lives were being hammered in the forge of Eternity, there was one being, in which beyond all reason should have not been present yet. It is, to

There was however, a fourth and Fifth race, forged secretly by lesser gods. The two races, although similar, held different ideals. Where one was quite modest and very militant, the other normally wore no clothing and treated sexual acts as normal. One was The Bastair. Very militant and honorable. They hold tradition and honor over their own lives. The second was the Vernada. Very odd creatures. I say creatures because that, in a way, is what they are. They are Anthro's. Animals who took on human personifications. They stood on two legs and were intelligent, but were free spirits. They hated being captured and controlled. They follow instin

'Ah yesss... It has always been as it always was, never quite changing. But so as it seems, the times, indeed they change. But, ah I have serenity in the calm that is.... Her. Ah yes my dear sweet Alice. Ah yes, how I bask in her lovely eyes... Where was I? Oh yes, the changing times, yes yes, as I was saying... I appologize for my, how someone would say, terrible memory. Ah yes, I take great joy in the passing of times from my great tree. Sadly since the times are changing, I grow old, and I'm not what I used to be. I've grown old a bitter to all except my dear Alice. How I would if I could turn back time to before I struck my deadly blow