A Tribute to Brandon A. W.Whenever someone passes away We all just wish for one more day To live and laugh and to cherish and love Before they joined with the lord and look down from above Now we gather and take a trip down memory lane All while attempting to cope with all the tears, the heartache, and pain We remember the joy that you brought and your heart warming smile But also the pain that your passing has wrought and the sadness all the while We always remember the worse times, the ugly, and bad But we just sit back and laugh and never get mad Because we never forget the good times, the great ones, andA Tribute to Brandon A. W.
What you've lostYou can have it allWhat you've lost
Anything and everything
Whether it be a certain special some one or something of a more materialistic value
In your own damned and ungreatful minds you see it as nothing
You think that you are all high and mighty, that you DESERVE more
You bitch day in and day out about not having something better than what you have
Then as if by some hell bent force it is untimely stripped from you
Whether it be by your own doing or some one elses
When that simple thing you had in your life
Ceases to be there, and almost ce
IlluminationThe light is darkest before the dawnIllumination
Everything bad happens for a reason
When comsumed by complete darkness we often forget how little light it takes to illuminate our mind and soul
When things seem hopeless do not dwell on despair, but dwell on the hope, however seemingly non-existant it may be
When you are sad and depressed count your blessings, and think of the good tiems and happy memories
Remember... People always love and care about you
If you are sad its always ok to cry
If you ever feel alone its ok to be sad
If you ever
Bloody DespairMy heart shrinksBloody Despair
She slips away from me
My mind resolves to isolation
Hopelessness reigns supreme
Tears flow from my eyes
As I raise the most beautiful of blades
Freedom and a release...
Blood trickles down the now-stained blade
The tears begin to flow faster
Almost in sync with the gushing blood...
Everything stops...
The tears.. the blood... the pain... the sadness... the despair...
My heart freezes, already cold from the death of love itself...
With my last ounce of energy.
Touch Prequel WIPInspector Peregrine Ammadon pushed up his glasses and gave one last look over his report. His prescription wasn’t strong, but he still needed them for reading and writing. After reviewing the statements he seemed pleased enough and put his glasses in to the shirt pocket of his uniform. Perry was one of the good guys. Not one of those generic television good cops either, thank God. He did his work in whatever way produced the best result. That result being the bad guys in jail and the victims avenged. Mind you, not in some vigilante way. Just the not afraid to do something a little dirty to get the sick criminals off the streeTouch Prequel WIP
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