Alright I cant sleep cuz Im rushing with coffee in my veins. Imma write about what I seen so maybe thatll help Laying down, I allowed my jaw and arms grow lucid as they pressed against my pillow. My body soon became a mere puppet as I fled to suffer what I thought would be another black dream. My general black canvas to paint short lived adventures on until I faded to sleep was now throwing splatters of angry colors against the darkness. In fear my eyes would open. When that happens I try to listen to music until I blink my eyes into the mornings brightness. But no, not this time. Ill face it. With my minds eye, I managed to combine the colors of confusion to forge an image of an assailant. It was a male with pale skin. A black mask with bloody tooth printed on it covered his mouth. He had cyan, luscious hair with crazed eyes. As if with the intent to kill me; yet I wasnt even there. He was diving down at whatever he was attack, wearing a black vest and white dress shirt; his pants slearly not visible. My heart began to pound as a white silhouette of myself materialized against the black canvas; holding my most acclaimed blade, Sekisetsu. Time continued and his scream echoed throughout my head. We clashed and my heart pounded. I was afraid to lose. In fear of what would happen, I fled back to reality and opened my eyes. I got on to write this before I forgot it
Posted on: Fri, 22 Aug 2014 06:46:55 +0000
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