New Year...As the title says, it's a new year.More Like This
The year 2015, where were supposed to have flying cars, Nike sneakers that look like cement shoes, hoverboards, and dress in goddesses-awful attire.
And I know this journal could've. Scratch that. Should've been made two weeks ago, but I wasn't feeling the holidays.
Haven't really been feeling much of anything as of late.
I'm not feeling into depression or anything, I merely worded that wrong!
I just didn't feel like enjoying the holidays as I used to.
2015, the year where I have a job, am no longer in highschool, and have done fairly nil with my life so far.
But it IS a new year, so at least I can shave my face and see how long it takes for my beard to grow back while simultaneously finally facing my past demons.
An image in a mirror is a horrible thing to overcome, but I'm doing it.
A friend helped me.
She didnt really do much other than listen. Or just provide a messenger tab to vent to.
I'll always regret doing that.
She may not be my friend any
Fear the ShadowFear the ShadowMore Like This
Crisp the night before the dawn
Burn the dreams before they spawn
Avoid the gaze of what you fear
You must confront it in the mirror
Lest you lose what you hold dear
And within every person’s mind
There a shadow you shall find
Waiting and loyal...
Weighted with sorrow...
Weary of the path that which you take
Unknown of that which is your fate
And you of all should know...
That madness grows...
And you shall see that what remains
Is nothing at all remotely sane
In the end, you’ll try to mend...
The voided fear that dwells within your soul
You pull the thread from the spool
But deep inside, you are a fool
And you are afraid...
Afraid of your own shadow’s pulse
My Promise... My Oath....Some time ago, I made a promise. A promise to myself, and the image that stood in the Nightmare's Mirror.More Like This
"I will not be like you...." I vowed, for in that mirror was a face, yet it did not reflect Me.
In that mirror stood a vile, wretched, heartless, soul-less, ABOMINATION so closed off from the world that it was blinded to anything and everything still decent within it....
What stood in the mirror, that day, was what I feared I would become one day....
I mean, I'm all for a good villain, but what stood there was just... Wrong....
Wrong, like the thing that sleeps under your bed, hides in your closet, and lurks in your head... It was like one of those mirrors at an amusement park, the ones that make you look all goofy....
To this day, those eyes haunt me still... They looked so... Empty, as if Life itself had faded and all Hope drained from them, being replaced with Anger and Hate so pure that it could burn the world without so much as a passing glance....
"I will Never be
The Nightmare part 6.The Nightmare part 6.More Like This
His vision blurred, heart began to race, and the world went dark. There the man found himself in an endless room completely devoid of anything other than himself. Nothing but a pitch black void of a room. He had no clue where he was, how he had gotten there, or why he was there. All he knew was that he was there. The room was mostly silent. The only exception being the sound of his heart racing in his ears. The man was in a daze. One moment he's in his dream with Her, and now he's... wherever he is and he can't explain why. He was trying to sort out his mind until he heard a voice say, "Find me..." The man searched for the origin of the voice while it repeated again, "Find me..." The man couldn't tell where the voice was coming from. It sounded both far away and as if it were right next to him. Then he realized... "It's in my head!?" the man shouted. "Find me..." the voice called again. The man asked out loud, "Where do I start?" "Here" the voice res