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In my cocoon, I await for the perfect time. I am all alone, and hungry in my shell. But starvation is not only for the poor. I sit and practice my survival spells. It's so dark and humid in this place. The air reeks with the stench of a strange smell. I patiently wait inside here. My departure? Only time will tell. One day will come that will bring me opportunity of freedom. That day, I will morph into a fly. I will soar high into the sky on my wings of eternal happiness. I shall never surrender and die.

Alone in my room, I undress and hug myself looking out the window. The night is old now, the moon magistic and mysterious as ever. The man on the moon seems to look down and smile at me. I yawn and shake my head, so my long black hair goes right and left. The sweet scent of jasmine lingers in the pleasent air. I smile and take a deep breath. Impulse attracts me to take a walk in the deserted, silver streets below. I slip into a dress shirt and sneak out the back door. The silver beams of the moon hit everything in sight. Everything is silver now, it feels like some kind of a dream. Time seems to stand still, only the wind rustling i

I have picked my path so I wont look back I want to be free and there is no sadness in that When I feel down When I want to cry When I feel silenced When I feel shy I summon my strength this gift I wont deny and there is no sadness in that At times I feel weak I want to run away from this place My anxieties begin to choke my throat And cloud my senses I want to scream but despite all the fear, I smile and there is no sadness in that On my good days or bad, I try to reach out to people in my life Just a good word or two puts us all in a cheery state no matter what our fate and there is no sadness in that In a violated worl

When dreams turn into nightmares And the past becomes memory. every time I close my eyes; paranoia and anxiety Its like im looking over my shoulder constantly. I wish I could be bolder. So i didnt have to worry about this disease. That keeps branching out in my blood. I hear static in my ears. I cant tune into my thoughts. It becomes harder and harder. concentration is all gone. My face is blank. My mind is empty. Then suddently, a rush of emotions hits me like a high voltage current. It surges into my veins and I become alive with anger. I become a robot, controlled by my hate. I want my remote control back. But right now I

Fresh victims for the army of the undead I descend from darkness, into darkness distilled The moon veils itself into silver clouds The night is a kingdom of predators in which every hunter is also the haunted. Wilderness is vital for survival All wild things, master of silence, Looming in the shadows of the moon\'s silver light Lingering, Waiting, Craving for fresh, innocent life. Awaiting the signal for the perfect kill, The bad moon rises, bringing forth the demons,& all wickedness of the night. The moon\'s malevolent magnetism attracts my eye. In God\'s preserve does Satan\'s realm exist tonight.