knightingwriting

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work in progress

Ive killed myself to set me free but freedom isnt meant for me the demons will not let me be Relentless torture, endless scream kneeling now besides a tree to start again tragically

but 

no matter how i fall and rise the darkness will disguise while crimson stains my eyes from the river of my head while i pray i was dead

No one dares to give a care my corpse leaves an empty stare

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The mirror man stares at me

Extends his hands for all to see

The mask of lies he wears with pride

A life in dark where light has died

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Earn your stripes (WIP)

Now earn your stripe As you fight Through the days and endless nights

My arms will growl A sound so foul I wont give in or throw a towel

So I earn my stripes In the fights Through the days and endless nights

My arms they cry, while demons die. I ask them why, as the days fade by

My gods forbid my holy sin. Yet here I cry while angels die.

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30 Minute Writing (1.20.15)

The dreaded dawn had finally risen over the horizon, illuminating what was now a husk of a town. What was once a flourishing community had been reduced to a large hovel, home to only 7. We were nothing special, only alive by pure coincidence, resting at the right place at the right time I suppose. There was no deity to thank for our survival, fore it was just pure coincidence and nothing else. I’ve never been one for theology or anything, but if there was some great power at work here, they certainly would have no reason to aid us. These people; the other survivors, are nothing special to me. I hardly talk to them, and they hardly talk to me. We keep to ourselves, although it would probably be wise for us not to, seeing as we’re the only one’s left. At least that’s what we are led to believe, since it’s humanly impossible for us to know if anybody else is alive.

My name is Elijah, and regret and doubt are the thoughts that haunt my very existence. I wish I could tell you how things came to be, but honestly I don’t think anybody knows. Things just kind of happened, as cliche as that sounds. Everybody was minding their own business, trading goods or services for currency, or trading currency for goods or services, as a well adjusted economy tends to run. Back in those days I did some...questionable work. I honestly don’t even know what I was doing, but I was doing something that made me a large sum of money. Age hasn’t been well on me, and my memory has been fading these last few years. I can only recall portions of my life before the incident, and what I can remember is lacking in detail and vague. However I have the overwhelming feeling that something traumatic had happened, because trusting anybody is damn near impossible.

Today is Sunday, or, at least that’s what my watch says. It was a gift from my late father, and is suppose to be indestructible or something like that. The crack running across the top glass says otherwise, however it still works aside from that imperfection. These days nobody really bothers with the concept of time or dates, since they are all but irrelevant in the hell that we live in. Also the fact that the whole human population had been reduced to 7 individuals might have something to do with it.

The light of the sun was dangerous these days. You couldn’t risk being seen, so everybody hid away during the day slept at night. Even though we don’t speak, us 7 survivors had subconsciously formed a group and stayed together. Nobody really said a word about it, but if somebody started walking away, we’d all follow. I guess when you’re one of the few living members of your species you really try not to be alone. There used to be 8 of us. Granted there also used to be 50 Billion of us as a whole, but in our secluded group of antisocial people there used to be 8 people. The 8th

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WIP

The clanging of metals fills the air as the lunar light illuminates the surrounding area. I manage to nick their armor with a quick thrust to their thigh, and follow through with a parry to the left. I know not who this attacker is, but they managed to jump me whilst I was on route to my castle. Our blades dance gracefully in the twilight as their skill parallels my own. They swiftly swing their blade towards my neck, only to be deflected by my own. With a loud grunt I manage to best them by quickly adjusting my sword as to knock theirs out of their grasp. I forcefully kick their sword to the side and move in close, with my rapier pressing against their neck.

“S..so it s..seems like you’ve bested me haha.” they sheepishly squeal as I my blade starts to dig into their skin.

“It seems so.” I exclaimed “Now since you’re clearly not going anywhere, do you wish to tell me who you are and what your business is attacking a random pedestrian in the streets at this ungodly hour?”

My tone was getting exponentially more and more aggressive with each phrase I spoke.

“W...well ya see…” they softly replied

“I...uh...WONT TELL YOU SHIT” Their words echoed through the night as they, with one quick motion, reached into their pocket and threw a clump of sand in my direction. It seemed they had planned to use this as a distraction so they could escape, however as they began to jolt off I grasped their wrist with great force and thrust them towards me. I gaze into them with a stare of death and exclaim

“You either tell me who you are and who you work for now, or face the judgement of my blade”.

“I’d rather die than tell you anything! You dont have the balls to-” they begin to whimper as I quickly plunge my dagger into their leg.

“Now I’m going to ask for a third time. If you dont tell me right away, and without hesitation, I’m going to remove this dagger, and stick it through your kidney, you got that?” I aggressively grunt

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Alone

((I wrote this a while ago but never put it on here))

My mouthless screams and fear filled dreams

My body a vessel rejecting my mind

My emotions blocked, bursting at the seams.

Comfort, a luxury I will never find.

To be lonely is not to be alone but to have warmth and comfort surround you, to have a countless sea of people available at any time, and still feel the cold shiver of nothingness brush against your back.

Loneliness is to have your subconscious not allow you to be happy, and not allow you to let others in, because it wants to punish you.

Loneliness is a torment for the wicked pushed upon those who are not.

Loneliness is the end of days when life blurs to a haze and your mind is a maze.

Letting you leave, nevermore

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Silence.

Sitting in silence but i will not mind it letting my thoughts scourge through my mind Endlessly through time hoping to find some sort of sign of the divine.

But the days end and nights begin, fear and doubt crawl my skin. This life is trouble, my thoughts a drug. Taking me away from those I love

Sitting in silence hoping to find some peace and quiet.

But lose is what will bind my life through space and time

I cannot realize these thoughts of mine are not divine. Struggle famine war and peace, lust is the gluttonous endless feast. Releasing the beast of inner thought, raging against this mind I fought.

These days and the weeks end in blur not realizing what will occur. Everyones drifting away. But what more can I say. But what more can I think while I sit here and take this drink.

Sitting in silence but i will not mind it letting my thoughts scourge through my mind Endlessly through time hoping to find some sort of sign of the divine.

Prayers and hope blind my thought But doubt is what I bought. and fear is how im caught trapped in the web of a miserable head. But thats what I’ve already said. Hoping that I were dead. Hoping to wake in bed Free from the troubles and struggles of life but these struggles dont end in the night.

They burn inside as I yearn inside for more. Im fighting a battle that I cannot win the bloods been spilled with the knife of my sin. Pressing against the folds choking down all the colds

This depressing bullshit fades through the glass I shut my eyes and time flies past. Dreaming of hope and death filled sins.

Sitting in silence but i will not mind it letting my thoughts scourge through my mind Endlessly through time hoping to find some sort of sign of the divine.

But divine comes through the door letting me go nevermore.

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I Will Face (WIP)

My time is coming to a close. My fate is one that I chose. My body shakes and slams to the floor. My mind blanks out once more.

The day was fresh and new My nose filled with the scent of morning dew To the square is where I walked to the place where patrons talked

My heart skipped and did race Soon my love I would face

An hour passed as I began to lose fate “This couldn't be right, why are they late” My mind began to worry I had hoped that they would hurry

Dusk had dawned and so did the reasons My heart was fading, like the coming seasons Into my hands I had softly wept While the trees and flowers slowly slept

I got up and trudged back to their place Soon my love I would face I knocked and knocked and knocked some more ‘til an eerily creek emerged from the door

“Are you there love” I yelled down the hall But only my words bounced back off the wall