Not quite a heroNot quite a hero... That’s all I was... Never a hero... Just a misplaced guard with no purpouse...Not quite a hero
Chapter 1: life after death I laid in the hospital bed hopelessly waiting for time to pass trying to forget the tragic events that had taken place. Unfortunately my torn leg of scars from a bullet would always remind me of what happened and no amount of water could wash the blood of my hands. Clean as they would seem, that indeed would be a simple illusion of the hidden truth. The truth that I was never to be a hero, never to be recognised but always forgotten and left out of t
at nine.I hear the voices in my head, see the memories you have left, felt the feelings you had for me.at nine.
You left me on this world alone, Unable to feel emotions I roam, to find and answer to the question you left, "who do you live to protect"
I hear every night the same question, looking to learn my lesson, if only I could of been as strong as you, and do the things you could not do.
You lay alone below the ground, your memories are voice that make me drown, they make me breathless and my voice soundless, I can no longer speak as I remain loveless
field of the stormIn a field of imaginary flowers, in her own mind she dreams, as her past starts to react, and cause a tragedy of a storm.field of the storm
A storm she sees, rain she feels, cover up the tears she has shed, lightning shows her rage, the thunder makes the sound of a breaking heart.
The flowers cover and hide, the rain becomes fierce and constant, the words yelled by the clouds thunder, its lightning strikes coldly the flowered field.
The thunder speaks no calamity, lightning shows no compassion, at once it sets fire to all that has been created, two ye
ring masterring masterring master
I once thought our love was pure, but as time past and it ended I saw it was but a lure, a product of your deranged intentions, a tragic circus of your own invention.
The ring you held so tightly with your grip, forcing me to jump with an imaginary whip, they are the moments you touched me with love, until you told me what I gave was not enough.
I was your dedicated lover, you became my ring master, the most seen and the most important, introducing the different acts, you love to rant.
"Ladies, and gentlemen, children of all a
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Life is like photography, we use the negatives to develop ♥
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