HisakataNoMatt

My mind is slipping, the scale is tipping, the insanity is creeping in. I hear them scream, they're in my dream, the insanity is 'bout to begin. They're off to a start, breaking my heart, the insanity 's under my skin. They've broken the core, my soul is no more, the insanity 's all but thin. They have what they want, Forever they taunt, All I can see is their grin.

A lightning flashed over the sky and the thunder followed shortly, the force of the storm rattling the windows in the small apartment. The young, black haired man sat up with a panicked look on his face, his breathing elevated and sweat running down his back. As the thunder struck again he cried out in fear and tears started to fall down his cheeks and he could do naught to stop them. He pulled the covers up to his chin, his body shivering from the fear and panic he was feeling and he called out the one name that had always helped him before when he was in this state. "Sam!" But the instant the name left his lips he let out a loud sob, th

26 letter theme: Kay, Tiro and Iason. A: Anger (a strong feeling of displeasure or hostility) No matter how angry he was with the twins because of their constant fighting and quarrelling he still would never leave them. He loved them too much and it was a love that no anger in the world would be able to dispel. B: Broken  (incomplete) Without both of them he was broken, no matter how he always told himself he'd be able to go on with only one twin by his side. C: Cruel  (causing suffering; painful) Kay could be cruel sometimes, Iason thought, like when he had been forbidden to touch his lover for ten years, or when Kay made pieces of ice

I can still hear them, Screaming, shouting out to I, Demons here to condemn, Here to watch me die. They tie me down, Take my voice, Make me drown, I have no choice. They make me blind, Laughing hard, mock, point, sneer, As I try to find, My way through fear. As I lie in pains, In the cold winter snow, Hold down by chains, They deliver the last blow.

 Silence. It was ever present in the halls of the castle nowadays. The usually lively corridors was dark, even if candles were lit  the sad and worried mood in the whole castle swallowed them up, making them flicker for air enough to continue burning. The servants, black shadows that usually were happily slithering around and chatting with each other, were quiet and not saying much, all of them sad. Many times per day they would travel up to the third level of the castle and looked into a room filled with mirrors along one wall, looking with worry and pity at the person seated in the lonely armchair standing in the middle of the room. As many

"Sire! Sire!" The usual silence of the throne room was broken as a panting messenger entered through the large golden doors. The blue haired man sitting on the throne looked up from the book he was reading, he had finally managed to take a break and wasn't happy over the disturbance. "What is it?" He asked, an annoyed edge in his voice as he watched the messenger approach in a hasty walk."An express rider just came in with this." The messenger said and held out a rolled up scroll with black bindings around it, telling of the important and grave new they bare. Frowning, the man took it and ripped off the bindings and opened it, starting to rea