|THE PASSION OF THE SHADOWS (standard:Flash, 6106 words)|
|Author: THELORDOFTHELOVE-CMCC||Added: Aug 29 2005||Views/Reads: 1930/1241||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Some times humanity requests for hope and they never know the reason why the world is inside out, the fear, scary movies and dark thoughts get finally combiend in one story thanks to my version of my story "the passion of the shadows " where th|
THE PASSION OF THE SHADOWS In these moments dear readers you are wondering how much passion can exist in something that necessarily is not so shiny . What I mean with the Words passion of the darkness? Many people is always looking and seeking the way to express the most deep feelings in their hearts , some can do this goal a reality but some just keep trying. In this version of my story I will express a storm where everybody not only me can take part. Sometimes , often or maybe always many people feel so weak as if life was a great thing that means nothing, some of us feel the power enough to fix things and is because we have the power to stop the storm of darkness when we really want, it is said that human being is a masochist mystery. We prefer to suffer in stead to face the situations , we prefer to do nothing in stead to fight and a very sure victory. Most of the problems are created by the human being who is just looking and thinking in new methods to amuse the brain and mind out the reality of time. Many people can free their feelings crying or getting into a state where the mind travels millions of thoughts by second and reality does not exist anymore ant time stops for a second and once we are in this deep storm we find a relaxing feelin that mysteriously comes to us. Hope my friends exists everywhere in the park, in the city, in the movies in everywhere but hope can only be found for the people who wants to see it. Sometimes ten years of hard pain can not be erased in one night or one week mut meanwhile hope has a name ( your name) you can go on until the end of the times. Some say that life is an stupid waste of time and the best way to keep this time is putting this time in the bank of suicide, dying with style .. is it an art? Exist the chance to die with gallantly style and nothing of pain ? there is not art to dying but it does feel like hell to feel as thought you want to die. Like hell. Like hell truly Like hell, like hell truly it is...I knew too well. I suffer yes and yet I live still with pain inside. At odds with myself, my thoughts, and my mind. How I want to give in and keep myself away from everything if only to heal myself. I cannot live with such self-hatred, it kills everything happy and it is slowly doing me in. Why do I always feel so alone? To think of death so longingly--such hell that feeling brings to me again and again. Inside in the Changes in the full moon's pull Will everybody fall for lust and be the fool. Paths to circles, and stuck in a maze Roads to nowhere, and thick with haze Will the dreams become reality in the night? Will they find their way and be all right? A man appears to us, and that man heart fills with fear the turns around quickly, and flees Not knowing what he leaves Caught in a labyrinth, without a breeze Running endlessly, catching his forces Sadness fills my heart today Shall I ignore it or runaway? The ache in my heart is not for me It's for a few friends that are like me We live as humans aching to be kept But do we have to watch our every step? Inside our emotions from deep within I wonder when it started and where it begins I search my heart, my soul deep inside me I ask the questions, over and over you see Yet there are no true answers to the questions I asI wish I could help them with this task I wish I could free them of wearing appearance ,I look around me, and I feel covered in a shroud of darkness. I mourn the the loss of so many lives, I mourn the loss of our values in society, the loss of innocent days and child hood dreams. Nor can I truly explain this rhyme Of ghost and fears,Of sadness and tears ,Hard to express in the light of day .Wonder why these feeling do stay When I was small I feared the night. Wondering to myself, were these things right? Time goes by, the fears and ghost still appear. Can I forgive someone so close to me so dear? You can not go back in time.Nor can I truly explain this rhymeNor can you change the past . Shall I forgive him? I ask Who took away Click here to read the rest of this story (481 more lines)
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