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A blank looking expression escapes his face like a deer in headlights, a feeling the likes he has never known creeps up from his toes. Filling him up, it washes over him like the calm before a storm. Heart now pounding in his ears, veins throbbing with a sudden surge of adrenaline, no words escape his mouth as he slowly starts to creep forward. His pace swiftens and strides grow further and further from whence they started. Creases now forming on his nose and brow as the fire of pure rage can be seen in his eyes; this beast, this anger fueled like a match hitting gasolene, surges towards you. Unhindered by the sheer ammount of obstacles in his path ripping through them like a hot knife through butter, the smell of blood soaked walls rings through the; air as his bone chilling aura edges forward. This monster, this demon, this dennison of the deep unlocked from the cage in the back of his mind will not stop, will not faulter, will not slow until his goal is reached and executed with all the wrath he can muster.

Alone he sits, a building with odd coloured walls and strange shapes littering the ground surround him. As he awakens his focus fixes, why he cant lift his arms? and why does every muscle ache like a full days worth of exercize without stretching. Struggeling to get to his feet his attention turns to his soaked hands and arms, smelling the still dripping liquid the scent of fresh blood filters into his lungs, whirling around he stares in awe. Atleast a full regiment of men, bodies torn limb from limb and their faces contorted; the fear still in their now glassy eyes, looking like they were trying to escape from something set free from a truck with its doors ripped from the hinges...

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this face emerges and again the sorrow runs thick
a long lost prescence yet the yearning still sticks
with contact light shines and dark creeps in slow
once brightness now faded a darkness does show
this mask do i wear this mask does it hide
a scorn and a torment kept captive inside
unleashed and unshackeled unkempt am i still
now raggedy mess but i long for the thrill

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flying into the eye, like a needle through skin
pain surges and bosters, a toughness within
a figure once tall now prone to the ground
not timid but roaring, a shyness not found
once golden now black, locks sway with the breeze
a wisdom new knowledge as old as the trees
quick shifting of gazes and twitches in pose
most wicked of grins, under; the once straightest of nose
with a fire in his eyes and song in his mind
now chosen this path but beginning cant find.

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Description
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A blank looking expression escapes his face like a deer in headlights, a feeling the likes he has never known creeps up from his toes. Filling him up, it washes over him like the calm before a storm. Heart now pounding in his ears, veins throbbing with a sudden surge of adrenaline, no words escape his mouth as he slowly starts to creep forward. His pace swiftens and strides grow further and further from whence they started. Creases now forming on his nose and brow as the fire of pure rage can be seen in his eyes; this beast, this anger fueled like a match hitting gasolene, surges towards you. Unhindered by the sheer ammount of obstacles in his path ripping through them like a hot knife through butter, the smell of blood soaked walls rings through the; air as his bone chilling aura edges forward. This monster, this demon, this dennison of the deep unlocked from the cage in the back of his mind will not stop, will not faulter, will not slow until his goal is reached and executed with all the wrath he can muster.

Alone he sits, a building with odd coloured walls and strange shapes littering the ground surround him. As he awakens his focus fixes, why he cant lift his arms? and why does every muscle ache like a full days worth of exercize without stretching. Struggeling to get to his feet his attention turns to his soaked hands and arms, smelling the still dripping liquid the scent of fresh blood filters into his lungs, whirling around he stares in awe. Atleast a full regiment of men, bodies torn limb from limb and their faces contorted; the fear still in their now glassy eyes, looking like they were trying to escape from something set free from a truck with its doors ripped from the hinges...

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this face emerges and again the sorrow runs thick
a long lost prescence yet the yearning still sticks
with contact light shines and dark creeps in slow
once brightness now faded a darkness does show
this mask do i wear this mask does it hide
a scorn and a torment kept captive inside
unleashed and unshackeled unkempt am i still
now raggedy mess but i long for the thrill

-

flying into the eye, like a needle through skin
pain surges and bosters, a toughness within
a figure once tall now prone to the ground
not timid but roaring, a shyness not found
once golden now black, locks sway with the breeze
a wisdom new knowledge as old as the trees
quick shifting of gazes and twitches in pose
most wicked of grins, under; the once straightest of nose
with a fire in his eyes and song in his mind
now chosen this path but beginning cant find.

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