Abandoned Souls and Lost Hearts

As I stare at the faded ink upon my hand that once was a heart

I faintly remember the heart that I once had.

But no longer do I feel it inside me.

Was it you who took and hid it from me?

Or was it just so worn out and withered that I didn't realize you'd handed it back to me?

Legends of the Mythical

The hunger ate at my soul. My mouth watered as I watched my victim laugh, unaware of the looming darkness. I began to grow impatient, waiting for the yelt to make that crucial mistake which they all eventually fall into.

My breathing quickened, eyes latched onto the prey. I could wait no longer, twas torture to the soul. Death, t'would come to him someday, why not now?

But fear was vacant from his eyes. He was prepared.No one was ever prepared. Had I acted too soon as to cause his definite awareness? Or had I just stumbled onto the masterpiece believed to have abandoned this planet?

A Starry Day and a Darkened Night

The sun had not been seen for days. Nor the moon. The people's hope was growing dim, as the light of the morning. Fear had mixed with the damp air and was felt by all. The coldness seemed to have come in a single breath, settling in forever.

Mental Survival

The pen be my sword

Its ink, my blood

The paper the battlefield

And the mind that which I strive to conquer