Nice video of a very talented couple of kids. Doing a cover of Adele's "Rolling in the Deep", they do a wonderful job at it, wouldn't you agree?
I love that little girl's voice! And the boys are good on the instruments, too. You can see mister drums spinning his sticks like a boss, haha!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a7UFm6ErMPU&list=FLDdxVGCD017DpZiYvLyn5FA&feature=mh_lolz
Check it out!
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Friday, December 9, 2011
You Have it Anyway
I wrote this song that has almost unfittingly somber lyrics. How so? Well the song itself is rather upbeat, and seems to take on a personality of 'bitterly grateful'. Making any sense? Maybe not. Maybe I should just shut it and let the song explain itself.
It seems colder now than I remember.
It seems darker now, or is it me?
It feels heavier now than I remember.
And it looks colorless now that you're gone.
You might as well just rip my heart from my chest.
How suitable since you have it anyway.
It seems lonelier than I could have imagined.
It feels hollower than I could have known.
They never told me this part.
...They never told me this part.
You might as well just rip my heart from my chest.
How suitable since you have it anyway.
How suitable since you have it anyway.
There she be. The 'finished' product. Nothing too amazing, but at least it's something. Hm. Maybe I'll include a rendition of it, hm? We'll see. *thumbs up*
~T
It seems colder now than I remember.
It seems darker now, or is it me?
It feels heavier now than I remember.
And it looks colorless now that you're gone.
You might as well just rip my heart from my chest.
How suitable since you have it anyway.
It seems lonelier than I could have imagined.
It feels hollower than I could have known.
They never told me this part.
...They never told me this part.
You might as well just rip my heart from my chest.
How suitable since you have it anyway.
How suitable since you have it anyway.
There she be. The 'finished' product. Nothing too amazing, but at least it's something. Hm. Maybe I'll include a rendition of it, hm? We'll see. *thumbs up*
~T
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Dreamer
"What? A picture? Is that even allowed?"
"I thought this blog was about the written arts! I say nay!"
"How could you do this!?"
Mutiny, I say! It's my blog and I'll do as I see fit! And I see this to be fit! Muwahaha!
So, I snapped a picture of it because I draw lightly, and our scanner can't seem to get all the light areas, which, essentially, is everything. Why is it purple? Because I wanted to. The original looks quite different. Oh well, I'm sure you'll survive. :]
"I thought this blog was about the written arts! I say nay!"
"How could you do this!?"
Mutiny, I say! It's my blog and I'll do as I see fit! And I see this to be fit! Muwahaha!
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
The Sense of Wonder, Part 1: The Ground Below
Laying on a world of clouds, the small figure of a young girl stared up at the endless blue of the sky.
Such a familiar sight.
A seemingly endlessly floor of clouds stretched out and reached from sun to moon. Her home shone with the elegance and grace of a world basking in sunlight by day and reflecting the glow of the moon by night.
Such a familiar sight.
As was her custom, she walked from horizon to horizon, playing a small ocarina. The music that this instrument played would direct and shape the cloud's forms beneath her, bending them to her delicate whims. As was their custom, so the clouds would dance for the young girl, delighted by the soothing call of her music.
Such a familiar sight.
On this day, however, she composed a new song. As she walked and played her song, the ocarina singing with its familiar voice, the clouds rolled beneath her with her music, obeying the subtle prompts of the notes. On and on she played, and ever faithful the clouds danced for her until the moon rose. The clouds lit up with the glow of the moonlight, softly shifting to the ocarina's music all through the night. As her song neared its close, the sun began to rise. With the advent of the sun's light, the clouds broke open in front of her in response to this new song. Upon the opening of the clouds, she caught a glimpse of something wonderful.
Beneath her home that she was so accustomed to, the rays of the sun reached down further than her imagination had yet ventured, far below to a realm that she had never set eyes on. Filled with wonder, she gazed down and saw for the first time a world of living creatures, each with their own unique traits, unique styles. As her home drifted silently across the sky, she saw creatures that lived in the water, in the air, and on the ground. She saw plants of all sizes, lakes, streams, mountains, and valleys.
Such a distant dream.
Day after day she would float high above and watch with wonder filling her mind and heart. Such a foreign element...
Such a distant dream.
The sun was just beginning to drop below the mountains far off, laying a soft golden shine to the sky and earth. The rays of the sun flickered and shifted as it drifted its way to sleep as it did every night, slowly...slowly.
Finally, she closed her eyes with thoughts of the realm below. Clouds veiled her, softly keeping out the cold as they rolled around her small frame. Now as sleep steadily crept up and took its hold on her, dreams filled her mind with imaginations of setting foot on the ground.
...
Such a distant dream.
~T
Such a familiar sight.
A seemingly endlessly floor of clouds stretched out and reached from sun to moon. Her home shone with the elegance and grace of a world basking in sunlight by day and reflecting the glow of the moon by night.
Such a familiar sight.
As was her custom, she walked from horizon to horizon, playing a small ocarina. The music that this instrument played would direct and shape the cloud's forms beneath her, bending them to her delicate whims. As was their custom, so the clouds would dance for the young girl, delighted by the soothing call of her music.
Such a familiar sight.
On this day, however, she composed a new song. As she walked and played her song, the ocarina singing with its familiar voice, the clouds rolled beneath her with her music, obeying the subtle prompts of the notes. On and on she played, and ever faithful the clouds danced for her until the moon rose. The clouds lit up with the glow of the moonlight, softly shifting to the ocarina's music all through the night. As her song neared its close, the sun began to rise. With the advent of the sun's light, the clouds broke open in front of her in response to this new song. Upon the opening of the clouds, she caught a glimpse of something wonderful.
Beneath her home that she was so accustomed to, the rays of the sun reached down further than her imagination had yet ventured, far below to a realm that she had never set eyes on. Filled with wonder, she gazed down and saw for the first time a world of living creatures, each with their own unique traits, unique styles. As her home drifted silently across the sky, she saw creatures that lived in the water, in the air, and on the ground. She saw plants of all sizes, lakes, streams, mountains, and valleys.
Such a distant dream.
Day after day she would float high above and watch with wonder filling her mind and heart. Such a foreign element...
Such a distant dream.
The sun was just beginning to drop below the mountains far off, laying a soft golden shine to the sky and earth. The rays of the sun flickered and shifted as it drifted its way to sleep as it did every night, slowly...slowly.
Finally, she closed her eyes with thoughts of the realm below. Clouds veiled her, softly keeping out the cold as they rolled around her small frame. Now as sleep steadily crept up and took its hold on her, dreams filled her mind with imaginations of setting foot on the ground.
...
Such a distant dream.
~T
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Another page of that book I've started my writing project in. It really is odd when I come to read what I've written in this book. Most people would say that it doesn't sound like me at all, but I honestly feel like it is a glimpse of aspects about my personality that not many people get to see.
Dependence:
A new life forms in the loving womb of a caring mother. Breathlessly, it thrives and grows, perfectly cared for and nurtured by the temporary home.
Then the moment comes, however. The life is born, and the newborn takes its first breath...filling the new lungs with air that previously was a foreign element. Air, in turn, becomes vital for life...the same life that existed for nearly a year without this air. Why is that so?
Take this air now, however, and empty the lungs. What are the effects? Life would begin to fade, and soon this young one would be no more alive than before it ever existed. Those newborn lungs are forever dependent on the air they've had but a taste of, no matter the thriving for all that time before them.
Thus introduces my point of this page, for such is the state we find ourselves in when we start to love someone. I used to think that statements similar to "I can't live with out them" were simple emotional overflow of the heart. "You were fine without them for years," I reasoned, "you can be fine without them now."
I have since been persuaded to reconsider.
Similar to the infant thriving without air for 9 months, humans are capable of living lives that are fulfilling and meaningful while alone. They have friends, they have laughs, and they are capable of handling trials alone quite well. Just like the time comes for the first breath, though, a certain time comes and that will affect us like few things in our life can.
Suddenly, we are forever changed, just like the infant who takes their first breath. Now that we become 'exposed' to the person of our affections in all their varying degrees, we are...altered. The removal of said persons equates to similarities of air being drawn from the lungs that have recently taken their first breath.
Now our hearts, though perfectly capable of thriving at one time, now exposed, become dependent on this foreign element.
...
Interesting, these manipulative things called emotion, setting us apart as truly unique from the different lifeforms around us. Hard to explain and understand, emotion adds depth to who and what we are.
Food for thought.
Dependence:
A new life forms in the loving womb of a caring mother. Breathlessly, it thrives and grows, perfectly cared for and nurtured by the temporary home.
Then the moment comes, however. The life is born, and the newborn takes its first breath...filling the new lungs with air that previously was a foreign element. Air, in turn, becomes vital for life...the same life that existed for nearly a year without this air. Why is that so?
Take this air now, however, and empty the lungs. What are the effects? Life would begin to fade, and soon this young one would be no more alive than before it ever existed. Those newborn lungs are forever dependent on the air they've had but a taste of, no matter the thriving for all that time before them.
Thus introduces my point of this page, for such is the state we find ourselves in when we start to love someone. I used to think that statements similar to "I can't live with out them" were simple emotional overflow of the heart. "You were fine without them for years," I reasoned, "you can be fine without them now."
I have since been persuaded to reconsider.
Similar to the infant thriving without air for 9 months, humans are capable of living lives that are fulfilling and meaningful while alone. They have friends, they have laughs, and they are capable of handling trials alone quite well. Just like the time comes for the first breath, though, a certain time comes and that will affect us like few things in our life can.
Suddenly, we are forever changed, just like the infant who takes their first breath. Now that we become 'exposed' to the person of our affections in all their varying degrees, we are...altered. The removal of said persons equates to similarities of air being drawn from the lungs that have recently taken their first breath.
Now our hearts, though perfectly capable of thriving at one time, now exposed, become dependent on this foreign element.
...
Interesting, these manipulative things called emotion, setting us apart as truly unique from the different lifeforms around us. Hard to explain and understand, emotion adds depth to who and what we are.
Food for thought.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
The Wronged Right Choice & Believe in Me, Revised
I've started a writing project, one that I would be honored to show to you all. I have a notebook where I have recently begun writing a few of my own philosophies and ideas in, things that present themselves to my mind, wander around a bit, and get lost. Hopefully writing them down will act as a memory aid while giving them more substance and meaning. Are they groundbreaking revelations to rock what we know and how we know it? No, but they do give a little peek into the deeper aspects of my thoughts. The following post is an excerpt from one of the pages. After that, I have included "Believe in Me", an earlier post that has been edited. It now expresses what I wanted it to express a bit clearer, even though there were only a few adjustments. Hope you enjoy either one. If you're of the mind, then let me know what you think.
The Wronged Right Choice:
Have you ever felt that something was the right choice, but wished that it wasn't?
Some of those choices are simply not the ones we want to make. We try and we strive to find another way, another choice, but in the end...
Sad, really, that our fragile minds should lead us so astray. There are always so many paths we can choose, but inexplicably we have this inner ideology of what is right. How heavenly it would be to rebel against that haunt; drop responsibility, consequence, and fear of reactions to our choice. Sometimes even the wish of no consequence for one choice in life is a fleeting dream we cannot seem to pin.
Unequivocally frustrating at times, our minds and hearts seem to fight each other, as if some battle of all that is holy vs. all that is wicked is being waged in our bodies. How can we calm something so tumultuous as emotion? How can we tether down something as evanescent and fleeting as the heart's motivational processing?
We continue down our loathed path, certain of success and assured of our wisdom in making said choice, but in all of our understanding of divine guidance and flawless reasoning, emotion tears at the strands of our soul, causing bitter hatred for the knowledge of the rightness of the choice made. With each wrench of our heart, and grimace of pain in our beings, we fail and wrong our right choice. Nevertheless, we faithfully continue down our righteous course, never swerving neither left nor right, ever determined to stay the path.
If only the heart would agree with the mind. How truly treacherous the heart can be.
~T
Believe in Me-Revised
As the rain poured down, he sat, feeling more and more alone. The valley he was in served as a memorial to things now long past, far from the reach of any mortal man. Only a few short moments had past since he first arrived before he could bear no longer, and he broke. Trembling violently on his knees, he held his face in his hands as he sobbed heavily.
Like a velvet blanket of comfort and hope for things past, he heard a familiar voice softly speak.
"What are you doing in a place like this? Weren't you supposed to touch the sky?"
The rain nearly drowned the voice out. They were both soaked through, but neither seemed to notice.
"I can't...I can't do this!" He cried, "Its no use..."
The ground was soggy beneath the two, and his knees sunk into the earth.
"No use?" The man asked.
"They've got it all wrong," he screamed, looking up at him, "I'm not able to do what you can! I'm not you! You have to do it...I just want to go back, to go home!"
"Snap out of it!" Yelled the man, punching him square in the face with force. He fell back on the ground, water and mud splashing in his face.
Motionless, he stared up at the man..."Brother? What was that for?" The noise of the rain seemed to dissipate when his smiling brother replied in a quiet and confident voice: "Listen. When you've lost your way, and you have lost hope, don't believe in yourself. Believe in me, who believes in you."
He hesitated, and then asked: "What do you mean?"
His brother picked him up and stood him on his feet, wiping mud off his face. Pointing at his little brother's heart, he told him: "Whether it's called laughable or unreasonable, this is the path you chose. If there is a wall in the way, you will break it down. If there is no path ahead, you will carve one with your own hands. Like a fire in your heart, and power in your hands, everlasting and unbreakable. Forget the impossible, and throw away reason. That is who you will be. So when you're weak, when you're broken, when you've lost the will to believe in yourself, then believe in me, who believes in you."
His brother's eyes shined with confidence and power, stirring something deep inside him, giving him a hope he thought had long past.
There was silence now. His crying stopped, and his body was no longer trembling. The rain began to die down, as blades of sunlight slowly pierced the gloom and dreary clouds. The smile he saw so often in his brother's face slowly slid across his own. "Alright, brother. I understand."
His brother replied with his usual confidence, grabbed his shoulder, and said: "Touch the sky, little brother."
As he said those words, he was gone. Standing alone again, he looked around him at the field and foothills that surrounded him as the sun shed more and more of its golden silk across the landscape. Far in the distance, the mountains loomed like monsters, behemoths of ancient times. The man that left was seen reflected in the man that now stood alone, as he faced the trials that lay ahead. Started on his path again, the memorial to his brother was left behind now. "Thank you." He said aloud.
"I'll follow this path, even if it proves to be my grave. I'll touch the sky."
~T
The Wronged Right Choice:
Have you ever felt that something was the right choice, but wished that it wasn't?
Some of those choices are simply not the ones we want to make. We try and we strive to find another way, another choice, but in the end...
Sad, really, that our fragile minds should lead us so astray. There are always so many paths we can choose, but inexplicably we have this inner ideology of what is right. How heavenly it would be to rebel against that haunt; drop responsibility, consequence, and fear of reactions to our choice. Sometimes even the wish of no consequence for one choice in life is a fleeting dream we cannot seem to pin.
Unequivocally frustrating at times, our minds and hearts seem to fight each other, as if some battle of all that is holy vs. all that is wicked is being waged in our bodies. How can we calm something so tumultuous as emotion? How can we tether down something as evanescent and fleeting as the heart's motivational processing?
We continue down our loathed path, certain of success and assured of our wisdom in making said choice, but in all of our understanding of divine guidance and flawless reasoning, emotion tears at the strands of our soul, causing bitter hatred for the knowledge of the rightness of the choice made. With each wrench of our heart, and grimace of pain in our beings, we fail and wrong our right choice. Nevertheless, we faithfully continue down our righteous course, never swerving neither left nor right, ever determined to stay the path.
If only the heart would agree with the mind. How truly treacherous the heart can be.
~T
Believe in Me-Revised
As the rain poured down, he sat, feeling more and more alone. The valley he was in served as a memorial to things now long past, far from the reach of any mortal man. Only a few short moments had past since he first arrived before he could bear no longer, and he broke. Trembling violently on his knees, he held his face in his hands as he sobbed heavily.
Like a velvet blanket of comfort and hope for things past, he heard a familiar voice softly speak.
"What are you doing in a place like this? Weren't you supposed to touch the sky?"
The rain nearly drowned the voice out. They were both soaked through, but neither seemed to notice.
"I can't...I can't do this!" He cried, "Its no use..."
The ground was soggy beneath the two, and his knees sunk into the earth.
"No use?" The man asked.
"They've got it all wrong," he screamed, looking up at him, "I'm not able to do what you can! I'm not you! You have to do it...I just want to go back, to go home!"
"Snap out of it!" Yelled the man, punching him square in the face with force. He fell back on the ground, water and mud splashing in his face.
Motionless, he stared up at the man..."Brother? What was that for?" The noise of the rain seemed to dissipate when his smiling brother replied in a quiet and confident voice: "Listen. When you've lost your way, and you have lost hope, don't believe in yourself. Believe in me, who believes in you."
He hesitated, and then asked: "What do you mean?"
His brother picked him up and stood him on his feet, wiping mud off his face. Pointing at his little brother's heart, he told him: "Whether it's called laughable or unreasonable, this is the path you chose. If there is a wall in the way, you will break it down. If there is no path ahead, you will carve one with your own hands. Like a fire in your heart, and power in your hands, everlasting and unbreakable. Forget the impossible, and throw away reason. That is who you will be. So when you're weak, when you're broken, when you've lost the will to believe in yourself, then believe in me, who believes in you."
His brother's eyes shined with confidence and power, stirring something deep inside him, giving him a hope he thought had long past.
There was silence now. His crying stopped, and his body was no longer trembling. The rain began to die down, as blades of sunlight slowly pierced the gloom and dreary clouds. The smile he saw so often in his brother's face slowly slid across his own. "Alright, brother. I understand."
His brother replied with his usual confidence, grabbed his shoulder, and said: "Touch the sky, little brother."
As he said those words, he was gone. Standing alone again, he looked around him at the field and foothills that surrounded him as the sun shed more and more of its golden silk across the landscape. Far in the distance, the mountains loomed like monsters, behemoths of ancient times. The man that left was seen reflected in the man that now stood alone, as he faced the trials that lay ahead. Started on his path again, the memorial to his brother was left behind now. "Thank you." He said aloud.
"I'll follow this path, even if it proves to be my grave. I'll touch the sky."
~T
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Wounds
"The most painful wounds are the ones that don't hurt anymore. The ones that have gone so deep, that I almost don't even notice them."
"My wounds? The ones that are covered up by the less painful ones as I'm trying to hide from everyone else what is deepest."
"The most painful wounds come from the ones I never expected it from. The most painful wounds are the ones that I never saw.
The ones that came from the ones that I trusted the most."
"My wounds penetrate clothing, flesh, bones, resolve, determination, dedication, and hope. They reach the most treacherous part of my body, my heart. They tear into my heart and rip the strands of it to pieces."
"Those wounds bring out the darkest monsters inside of me, and nurture the demons that I hide. What hope is there to kill the infection that rots inside?"
"My wounds? The ones that are covered up by the less painful ones as I'm trying to hide from everyone else what is deepest."
"The most painful wounds come from the ones I never expected it from. The most painful wounds are the ones that I never saw.
The ones that came from the ones that I trusted the most."
"My wounds penetrate clothing, flesh, bones, resolve, determination, dedication, and hope. They reach the most treacherous part of my body, my heart. They tear into my heart and rip the strands of it to pieces."
"Those wounds bring out the darkest monsters inside of me, and nurture the demons that I hide. What hope is there to kill the infection that rots inside?"
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Guest Writer-Jeniffer Lucas
Healing
What is this dream I can't wake up from?
I feel everything and I feel nothing
A nightmare that ends only when I sleep
At night I rest, at day I'm running
Who will save me from this dark prison?
My cell has no bars, my key has no lock
My sentence is final for a crime not committed
My heart breathes despair, they tell me its shock
This silent screaming in my mind
is gently soothed by the voices around me
A hundredfold is what is promised
I ache for the one, I treasure the many
Will I ever feel peace? Will I ever be happy?
I bow my head and calm descends
This wounded heart begins to heal
My broken spirit begins to mend
What is this dream I can't wake up from?
I feel everything and I feel nothing
A nightmare that ends only when I sleep
At night I rest, at day I'm running
Who will save me from this dark prison?
My cell has no bars, my key has no lock
My sentence is final for a crime not committed
My heart breathes despair, they tell me its shock
This silent screaming in my mind
is gently soothed by the voices around me
A hundredfold is what is promised
I ache for the one, I treasure the many
Will I ever feel peace? Will I ever be happy?
I bow my head and calm descends
This wounded heart begins to heal
My broken spirit begins to mend
Saturday, January 29, 2011
I can
I can stand on my own.
I can see my reflection.
I can clean on my own.
I can cut the grass, and I can save a beetle.
I can suggest the proper way.
I can help someone move their things.
I can use chopsticks, and I can hold the door.
I can lie to myself.
I can find my truth.
I can rise above who I am...I can change what I am.
I can hold off hate, and stifle my heart.
I can know the lies, and move past.
I can refuse to die, and silence any voice.
I can survive any blow.
I can rise from any fall.
I can persuade my heart, and refuse to fail.
I can suffer hate and pain and sorrow,
I can find strength even in weaknesses.
I can know my angels and demons,
I can force myself to stay the course.
I can reduce my walls to rubble,
I can turn my obstacles to nothing.
I can rise above my darkest shadows.
I can move beyond the nothingness of despair.
I can create my own reality,
I can shape my own tomorrow.
I can defeat the shadow inside of me,
I can touch the sky.
I can stand on my own.
I can see my reflection.
I can clean on my own.
I can cut the grass, and I can save a beetle.
I can suggest the proper way.
I can help someone move their things.
I can use chopsticks, and I can hold the door.
I can lie to myself.
I can find my truth.
I can rise above who I am...I can change what I am.
I can hold off hate, and stifle my heart.
I can know the lies, and move past.
I can refuse to die, and silence any voice.
I can survive any blow.
I can rise from any fall.
I can persuade my heart, and refuse to fail.
I can suffer hate and pain and sorrow,
I can find strength even in weaknesses.
I can know my angels and demons,
I can force myself to stay the course.
I can reduce my walls to rubble,
I can turn my obstacles to nothing.
I can rise above my darkest shadows.
I can move beyond the nothingness of despair.
I can create my own reality,
I can shape my own tomorrow.
I can defeat the shadow inside of me,
I can touch the sky.
I can stand on my own.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Fight the Fight
Guest Poem By:
Nautica
Fight the fine fight
The fight of the faith
Though in the midst of it
It seems like a very long wait
The enemy plays tricks on the mind
He'll try to make the truth hard to define
He portrays himself as an angel of light
Once he's crept in
He'll strive to take away your sight
He wants nothing more
Than to get you alone in the night
So you can't find your way home
So that you fall into his traps
To take away your life
So if your batteries are draining
and you're having trouble
Of your faith maintaining
Then seek help from above
Look around, seek out the God of love
and look for that light
Emanating from your true comrades
That are in the heart of the fight
Beside you, supporting you
In doing what's right
To help you keep your sight
and stay in the fight
The fight for the real life
Monday, January 17, 2011
Skyward
Beyond what is seen, and farther still.
Not tethered, nor held, nor bound, nor owned
Neither height nor depth nor valley nor hill,
On a Skyward path, one sets out alone.
Not tethered, nor held, nor bound, nor owned
Neither height nor depth nor valley nor hill,
On a Skyward path, one sets out alone.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
A Shadow Inside Me, A Darkness Within
A world of reflection, empty and void.
My evanescent existence, my truth I avoid.
My path now hidden, a hate stands behind.
The darkest part of me forces me to find
The Shadow inside me, the Darkness within
Reminds me of failures and all of my sins.
To copy and mimic, this art it perfects,
To twist and deform are its effects.
Pain and torture of mind and heart
It only seeks to tear me apart.
Twisted and wicked as deep as is seen,
This Shadow is foul, horrid, obscene.
It knows my heart, and knows my thoughts,
It knows the past battles that have been fought.
It knows my strong, my frail, and weak.
It hides the hope and life that I seek.
A Shadow of me, a Darkness within,
My newest foe, that has always been.
Seeded deep and far inside,
A horrid truth we seek to hide.
As it rises, as do I,
Ready to fight, willing to die.
Till the end of this bitter fight,
I'll stand strong with whatever might
I may find inside, deeper than
This Shadow inside me, this Darkness within.
My evanescent existence, my truth I avoid.
My path now hidden, a hate stands behind.
The darkest part of me forces me to find
The Shadow inside me, the Darkness within
Reminds me of failures and all of my sins.
To copy and mimic, this art it perfects,
To twist and deform are its effects.
Pain and torture of mind and heart
It only seeks to tear me apart.
Twisted and wicked as deep as is seen,
This Shadow is foul, horrid, obscene.
It knows my heart, and knows my thoughts,
It knows the past battles that have been fought.
It knows my strong, my frail, and weak.
It hides the hope and life that I seek.
A Shadow of me, a Darkness within,
My newest foe, that has always been.
Seeded deep and far inside,
A horrid truth we seek to hide.
As it rises, as do I,
Ready to fight, willing to die.
Till the end of this bitter fight,
I'll stand strong with whatever might
I may find inside, deeper than
This Shadow inside me, this Darkness within.
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