AloneHating you,More Like This
Sometimes I'm afraid.
I try to see the flowers and
I try to hear the laughter.
All I see is the smoke and the
Slowly burning bridge under me.
I look back and forth -
I look at the chains binding me,
Surrounding me in the burning ashes.
They won't go,
They won't burn.
I'm trapped in the middle of a sinking bridge.
I see you, but I'm alone.
You're in the sea, going under and back up again,
Unable to rise to the surface alone.
I reach out my hand, calling to you,
Though you won't take my help.
You see me and laugh.
You turn away, because you won't save yourself.
But I'm about to burn on the bridge,
A convenient funeral pyre.
You won't save me.
You won't even extend your hand, and
Just like I always am.
The bridge breaks,
I hear the cracks and feel my cries.
The chains drag me down below you
And catch on the tumultuous tide.
Now I'm where I always was inside:
At the bottom of a black, cold abyss,
Unable to breathe, chained to something I could never be st
SolitudeWhat do you do when you feel alone?More Like This
When everything you love is gone from you.
Everything you hoped and dreamed on has failed you.
When you jus wanna give it all up.
Why continue to be someone that noone cares about?
Who has the answers to these questions?
Why ask them when you know ur jus gonna be ignored anyway?
I guess all you can do is keep to yourself
True to yourself and live for yourself
And forget about everyone and everything that's let you down.
Archer 3More Like This
Archer blinked. "Um, what?"
Bren chuckled and swept his hair out of his eyes. "Why don't we do a little experiment?" he got up and strode over to the back door. He motioned for Archer to follow him. The two boys went outside, followed by Kaida. Some other kids peered through the curtains of the windows.
Archer caught his breath. The backyard was more like an endless field. The grass seemed to go on forever.
"This is our training ground," explained Bren. He shrugged off his long coat and threw it to the side. "Come on."
Archer hesitantly followed Bren out into the open. He was about to ask what they were doing when the boy spun and threw a punch at his face. Archer instinctively dodged it and swung his knee for a hit in Bren's gut, but the boy had already moved. He was behind him now, and kicked Archer's feet out from underneath him. Archer caught himself on his hands and rolled to his feet, fists already up.
"He was built to fight, this on