Nervousness, shivering, and unable to bear this pressure that is cycling around me, containing me in loops of sadness and confusion. Confused as to what I will be, and whether there is a chance for me to climb out of this one.
As everybody left, and the feeling of loneliness started to consume his heart, he began to write into his journal the events of what shall be, and forged his name with a force that showed great remorse of what he unleashed upon his soul. In tears he began to accumulate the memories, every single one of them, the good and the bad. In a pit he threw the memories that have wronged his soul, while the happy memories that he cherished, in his heart he stored them; to remind him of the good times that he had and how he was determined to win no matter how many times he failed, forging his path along the way.
Now that we made ameds, my soul and I, we shall never let any creature wrong us, no matter who this creature is. A red line, if crossed, great consequences shall be unleashed upon his heart and soul.
As he realised what he has done, and learned from his mistakes, he stated that he shall continue his journey on his path heading towards the final goal.
Category: Devil
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Regret !
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One’s Soul
Life is an adventure, so do not sign yourself up for a planned life, where everyone copies the past generation’s life; therefore, traveling in a paved path. If you put it simply they are basically copycats.
Experience life for who you are not for who they think you are. Wander, with your mind and body until you reach your soul. The soul that you have ignored, to please the others, the soul that you have forced to run away. Instead of trying to understand it and work with it, to witness the great aspects of life that you have never dreamed of, you simply pushed it away. A great vision of life shall prosper once you have found your soul and worked with it; therefore, your purpose will be visible and clear before your eyes. How many are there, living without their souls? Given roles, which does not fit who they are, forced and molded by the cruel environment that they lived in. Life to those who lost their souls by the cruelty of others is a boring routine of events repeating daily, until they have fallen deep into loath and misery, which will result in suicide, or in some rare cases they will tend to fix their mistakes by searching for their souls.
The soul is a mystery; some have claimed that it is who we are, while others said that it is another being inside of us, which makes us whole. The journey starts when you feel lost and confused, and with thoughts rising simultaneously, wearing your head and making you feel empty from the inside.
“There Is Still Hope”
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A HITCH
Held captive, knows nothing about the real world other than from what he reads from the newspapers that are provided to him daily, and the only people that he ever interacted with were the two wardens that were in charge of keeping him from experiencing life for his own. Decisions were made for him; they have slipped him from everything even his soul.
In a room feeling so dead whilst still breathing, fed newspapers daily with articles about war, deaths, and cruelty; An image of the entire human race resonated in his head, creating some sort of anger and loath. Confused whether it is a bliss for him to be held away from such cruel creatures by wardens who slipped him from his soul. Looking at the sunrays retreating from the holes that filled one side of the room, which he believed to be a window in the past.
The night has come, where for most people it is the time to rest and relax; however, for him it meant a stream of thoughts and visions running through his mind all at once, like a seizure leaving him weary for the rest of the night. At dawn he has been awakened from his slumber by the cruel prison guards whom were throwing cold water at him to make him feel refreshed they remarked. Feeling different, yet the anger and loath for his race grew even more, but he managed to lock it away. In a corner, he sat with his untamed mind battling one another for authority. An ongoing battle, he wondered how it shall end; nevertheless he is determined to never give up until he can control his mind.
Crumbling from the endless battles with his mind, feeling empty, unable to function anymore with this emptiness in him, he decided for himself for the first time, which broke the door and tore the walls apart; he smiled with determination to find his soul and purpose. The wardens in shock stood still, not expecting to be disobeyed by him, whom they were nurturing to fit into this cruel reality, sadly they never realized that what they have done, have made him realize that it is up to him to choose the path that he wants to follow or create.
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Who Are They ? Monsters
Once upon a time, in a land far away from where beasts lived among the humans, and where the witches and demons are being burnt, a kid lost his soul. Trenched by the poisonous thoughts of his clan “humans”.
The kid grew up not knowing what is there for him on this earth, been manipulated by the society trying to mold his soul as what they thought best fitting for the child, not giving him a choice to be who he really is. After years of trying to mold his soul into something that he is not, he rebelled and decided to figure things out for himself.
On journey to cure his soul and find his purpose, the boy wandered the earth witnessing the actions of his clan upon the beasts and witches, which revealed before his eyes that the humans are the real monsters, burning witches without any sensible reason, burning them for something that they have no control over; born witch. Thinking that they are superior on this earth, they continue their misdeeds by invoking the beasts who are trying to hide and live peacefully among the humans and becoming furious when they fight back. A string of evil created by none other than us “humans”.
The kid struggled on his journey that is still ongoing, trying to find his lost soul that ran away the moment they tried to engrave their teaching upon him, the moment they tried to poison the child.
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Weary !
I don’t know what has happened; it happened so fast. I have changed a lot; I’m no longer the guy you used to know me. Everything seems different, scared of them all, for now, I can see through their souls. The chains that restrained the darkness in me has torn apart unleashing every bit of pain, every bit of sadness that has troubled my soul.
Enduring such pain and misery can mess one’s soul big time; it can kill all the emotions in you. The smile I faked in the past has changed from hiding the pain to unleashing pain. Once I have started to notice what has happened to my poor soul I pulled myself away from the people I care about scared that I will cause them trouble, even if they were the ones who turned me into a cold, emotionless soul. Surrounded myself by the evil creatures, urging to unleash upon them the wrath of the pain and sadness that they have caused me, but in time they shall all witness before their eyes what pain is. The monstrous creatures cannot endure pain, for only those with a pure heart can withstand such thing.
Retracing my steps back to where it all began and all I could see is how humans are monsters. Not only they’ve caused pain to my soul, but they’re also trying to pull me into becoming a member of their cult of cruelty. I fled away, can’t trust anyone for they will only threaten my peace of mind. I shall be gone forever, and never come back to those who have tortured my soul with their ongoing misdeeds. Fading away into the void, for I must restrain the darkness with the chains of hope and faith, and lock it away in a place where it shall not find the light.
“Rest my weary soul, for the time shall come.”
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Grief…!
For this soul everything has changed so fast, as it grew wiser, everyone started to manipulate and use it to satisfy their selfish needs, but when it came to helping the poor soul no one is to be found, a helping hand seemed to be far from reality.
Even though it knew the deeds that the monstrous creatures have piled upon their scripts, the soul without regret helped whenever and with whatever it can. However, this unfortunate soul instead of receiving love, gratitude, and respect, all it has ever got from them is pain from their words that pierce holes into the glowing white body of the soul, creating emptiness.
The soul distant itself from such cruel beings, and so their lives became unbearable as they have lost the one soul that could bear their cruelty. As the poor soul disappeared, the earth shed tears from its core until it has flooded the land, and the skies cried in grief that it poured rain upon the survivors with poison that has made their bodies turn into ashes.
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No More !
The Journal
Chapter 666
I salvaged myself from the darkness thinking that there is something out there for me, trying to reach out to me, hoping that it will find its way to me. The darkness that I contained myself in, for the harsh, cruel creatures have stabbed me, so many times that I no longer can feel a thing, only anger that I have yet to unleash upon those who have wounded my soul. So cold that whenever they try to wreck what left of my soul, I try to ignore them and never respond. I am guilty of letting myself withstand their actions, for it has wounded my heart and filled it with sadness.
Disappointed with my actions, guilt running through my soul that I have let down so many times, for giving these creatures more chances to wound my soul. I am returning to you, Shadow. I am coming back to where you have left me, to where we have drifted apart. Alongside the high mountain where you have fallen apart, I shall build my bed beside your resting place, for I have missed you, and the world is not like what it used to be. Filled with loneliness and sadness, that is wrecking my wounded soul.
I cannot tolerate much more pain, or one more wound, for my weary soul has started to fall apart. Restless, since I have broken free from the darkness that has cured my heart and soul in the past, not that I am not ungrateful to what it has done for me but losing my partner and friend made me snap, and so I ran away from the darkness. I am finally returning home, apart from the cruelty of the so-called humans.
“There Is Still Hope”
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A Shameful Century
The wanderer continued his journey through the path seeking the final goal when he stumbled upon a man who was betrayed and tortured by the cruelty of the creatures that have set aside their differences and joined forces to rule this dark age.
Tired from his long ongoing journey, the wanderer fell on the muddy dirt to his sleep. As the sun started to arise the wanderer couldn’t help but notice that the soil has turned into grass and flowers; however, as soon as the wanderer stood up and was about to move on, the green and flowers chanted while transforming into the man that he has seen before falling asleep.
The man pierced the wanderer’s heart with his arm, but surprisingly the Wanderer knew that the man was not trying to cause any harm, but instead he wanted to warn him about those who are waiting for him on the other side. The man’s angry words explained his past, shining the light upon those who instead of looking after humanities health, are looking for ways to ensure the flow of cash in their bank accounts, in disgust, the man faded into thin air.
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Oh Creatures Beware !
When everything falls apart, and the world continues to throw its obstacles at you, knowing that you have gone through a lot of pain, but it tries to unleash your potential. Not knowing when to stop, the overwhelming feeling you get when there is nothing to be done, a vast amount of hatred that will start to corrupt you, if not kill you.
The demons and the voices within myself are planning a revolution in my soul. The chains are getting weaker, I must not succumb to their desires, for it can be lethal not only to myself but also to the creatures whom I still love. Not bothered to let them know how much I love them, for they have decided to let me down several times, while I gave them a few chances to fix what they have destroyed; trust.
It is too much for my weary head to comprehend, and to endure much pain; it is killing me. Not that the journal is not capable of reducing the pain and enlighten the path once again, but whenever I embed their misdeeds and the pain that they have caused, it is as if I have lost a part of my soul. I shall endure it for now and see if I have the will to channel this massive pain into something that could benefit my body and soul.
Once again wandering not having a single clue of what these creatures are trying to show my soul neither have I got any clue of the purpose that I must fulfill. However, what I am sure of is that I must reach the final goal no matter how painful the journey is.
“There Is Still Hope”
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Death Awaits….!
T.W.O.T.E – Writings From The Past
Chapter 10
Confused and depressed, wandering on earth searching for clues. Not sure whether it is my soul that I have lost in the days where I was a captive in my darkness or whether it is my purpose in life.
Not sure what I want nor what I need, as long as I am on this path. I have drifted away from the final goal, for the creatures around me are making me weak, I am devastated; therefore, I have not got much time, I must find what I have lost, to survive this chapter.
When you do not have something to live for, living seems pointless. I have depended on the ones whom I loved, but they tend to run away or disappear without a warning notice; attached to their evil souls, confused as to what lead them to leave me. I have learned from them that I must not trust anyone, for it will only cause more pain; therefore, staying away from the humans is the only way to survive.
After years of getting used to the idea of being alone, I cannot believe that they had tried to trick me into letting them into my life when I promised to stay away from the monstrous creatures. Sickness is running through my veins, contaminating my body and ripping apart my organs, tasting blood every time I open my mouth; I am fading.
“There Is Still Hope”
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