HanOneSail

I'm losing myself to the skies above The stars are bright, And I'm just chillin... I need a sign, A shooting star, I love it when I'm on cloud 9. I'm losing myself to the skies tonight And I'm hoping you will, See it all. And I'm losing myself to the skies above Hopin on a star, That I will soar. So don't you fret when I see ya Don't you feel too sad, Cause deep down I'm pretty glad I know it looks bad, But don't you fret... The stars are howling Tonight my friend. Righteous lights, Shining above... I got my fortune told once, They told me I was full Of a lot of anger, So I worked on it all. Tonight I'm losing myself To the cosmic lights, Far above.

Have you ever felt you are losing yourself, Where are the street lights, To tell us we've gone too far. Have you ever felt like a singularity Feeding off of the positivity That no one sees In the darkest seas Before a rising storm Without any destination Chasing after a long lost dream Sailing through in meditation. Welcome abroad To this plane of existence Titled by the flawed Who have come out of the distance To be free of thought From their own Misshapen destinies Endless broken realities Unfathomable depths Can be understood If you trust in yourself If you trust in yourself Attaining a singularity That drives off of positivity That no one sees In the darkest seas Discover a shine At the bottom Of this endless brine Lost in a chasm Too far gone before I knew How much treading water Can mean drowning anew Gasping for air instead of rainwater It's all just a nightmare Until the dreamer Wakes within the dream. Fate-weaver, The world will call them.Nevertheless,Have

The silence of the mind, The loneliness in the darkness, Silent thoughts creep out... From words never said, To feelings suppressed. A mind feeling weary,Finds its own salvation,Towards fields of dreams.Tonight we sleep peacefully.Knowing that we made it pastThe fear that we wouldn't haveEven got this farMy body is a temple To which I have treated wrongly,But the goal has always been to survive.May I find myself,In the next decades to come Successful in writing A novel of originality and innovation.Words like a lifeline,I shouldn't put it like that...But the truth is better to know.Otherwise, we aren't fully living.

In the land of Destopia, there exists a mythical beast called the Malignant Horror. The early settlers who built the first cities of the kingdom found themselves face to face with the beast at times. It spoke to them, telepathically demanding the souls of their firstborn children. As a response the leader of Destopia, started the first round of knights, they became adept at gem magic. So as the order of Gem Knights marched onto the beast, they won the battle. However, a thousand years later the beast reappeared, this time it was different. It changed from a dark grotesque being with appendages that could crush a man in seconds into a chimera of whatever prey it could get its grip on. The beast was later proven to be the same horror from a legend about the first order and their defeat of an evil beast. The beast revealed itself to the now expanded nation. With its telepathy it tricked the youth of the nation into the sewers of the cities. As soon as the reports piled in, the nation’s

My soul reforms Shattered by my mortal pains… Never shall I falter before the altar. I asked myself how much do I love Myself? Not enough, So no wonder my abyssal sea 🌊 Continues to be filled of whirlpools, Storms and gales as if shadows Dancing for hope across despair. My soul reforms Fusing with the darkness within A façade to keep my light pure. I am whole again, I don’t want to see this stability Become Gone With the Wind again.

There's nobody else here that knows, Just what love should be; Wait til tomorrow and bring Her to my eyes. She can see my world Is falling out right now, I got to peel an escape Before a black hole comes. "Grab my hand and don't let go." He cried. "Let's go, let's roll..." She said. Precious moments churning by Soil and liquid into elements Every second prepares evolution. So let the sunrise carry us across this rain Into the rainbows, far above the sunny clouds. Let us show what love is

Our Own Demise By: Han One Sail In a world created by nature, all so pure corrupted by the powers of science, the law of this universe makes one capable of the impossible. Inside a research facility in a remote desert, new recruits are being experimented on beyond their knowledge. Scientists have developed a virus which allows the host to collate molecules around one-self to provide a tool for combat which is activated by the mind. It not only provides such great combat feats, but it also turns the hosts into mind controlled slaves. “Men, today we will finish the last part of your training in a matter of minutes. Ready you pansies!?” exclaimed Sergeant Hooper. “Sir, Yes Sir” roared the new recruits. Professor Logan presses a green button; a gleaming dark red light flashes the room. The eyes of the recruits start to illuminate the dim room. Many of the recruits start speaking in tongues. Logan enters a protocol. It reads operation mind slave and the process ends. The soldiers stand