runescapeandmaple

I want to run But the walls encage me. The midnight shroud's tormenting work is done And my blood-stained eyes waver but cannot see. I want to run away But the padlock is bound. The demons that hover opress me to stay And my tortured lips dare not make a sound. I want to run far away now But the ominous Wrath screams. No, I must soar high! Let me by eternal vow: To steal a sip of euphoria from Apollo's stream. Oh, but soon I be dragged from my mere fantasy wish Back to this deathly battlefield of infinite despair, Where silver spears that pelt from charcoal skies never vanish And from this flood of anguish I suppress, there lea

Someone, somewhere, sometimes, somehow. – The story of the burger, the bench, the cat, and the dog. By Frank Zhou Someone left a dying burger on a damp, wooden park bench yesterday. Someone was awake yet dreaming at this haunting hour. Someone, someone far away, someone with hopeless amber eyes, someone with a wriggling coat of possum fur, someone whose black, black, hair tugged at the hood that smothered their head from the ghosts of the night, someone, far away, was lost. The town stirred along with the movement of the wind. Glow, shine and flicker; street lamps awoke. A dog barked wildly, breaking the eerie silence. The clouds rush