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Sadness isn’t always obvious. Sometimes it shows up quietly, more like a fading feeling than something sharp. It can feel heavy, or just kind of hollow, like there’s a gap where something used to be, even if you can’t quite explain it. It has a way of making you slow down and pay attention. To what hurts, to what’s missing, or to things that...

Oblivion May Beckon Dame Fortune takes the pillion as Lord Fate begins to steer the future now seems doubtful and the road ahead's unclear All plans are now worth nothing as past schemes you now abort before they take your every dream and drive them out of court With big changes in the offing new faces behind the helm we're baying for...

A void template Freedom so pure Paid in ignorance Wisdom matures Lies slowly wither Truths roots run deep Now the cost is clear We were too young to see

**The Heart of a Tempest** A storm within, a raging, endless sea, Where waves of anger crash eternally. A heart of stone, a soul of iron cast, Forever bound to this tempest, forever fast. The pain, a viper, gnawing at his core, Leaving wounds that fester, evermore. Rage, a wildfire, burning fierce and bright, Consuming reason, plunging him in...

the town had just come into view as the western sky turned a brilliant blue he pulled up alongside a prickly pear lit up a stogie and rested his mare how long will this beauty last he'd wonder the calm was hushed by distant thunder no time to dawdle as the blue went gray it's rollin' in fast best be on our way the echoes roll in the western...

the dots are slowly disconnecting I can see it coming now the register jams more often did I do that and why...or how? 'yes, you told me that remember...? but it's okay everything is fine' the signs are now clear this creeping fear the foggy mist of my decline the familiar sound of the 2 o'clock train snaps me out of my hazy state I move to the...

let me tell you all a story about a girl I know. Smart as a whip, keeps her pinky down when she sips and she never sips on tea not made for her. She's beautiful too - and seemingly comfortable in her own skin - and for some we'd perceive that as a win, but winning isn't always winning without some sin and sinning is never done in the open....