Writing Prompt

The night exhales it's orchestra into the blue kingdom.

A fetid reminder of how bleak and lonely the anti-day becomes.

Their grand mausoleum filled with smog,

the atmosphere, now a stagnant display left only as stark reminder to the Lich.

Melancholy croons and groans pollute the air about him, leaving him ossified.

A faint memory blooms in his skull.

That of ebony wings and the green and black fl...

I thought I had

Set myself free

From my endless

Downward spiral,

But deep down,

I knew I would

Return.

I already hit

Rock bottom

Once,

But now it’s

Twice?

Quite absurd.

Stuck in a world of overbearing darkness

Where nightmares rule

And negative thoughts linger.

Back at rock bottom,

Spiraling down,

Down,

Down.

Down I go,

Returning to my world of suffering

To a hellish extent.

It was a mistak...

Places hold memories

Big and small

Go back and revisit them

Relive and move on

Don’t get stuck in the past

But remember to reflect

Learn from your experiences

The good and the bad

Don’t bottle and cage

Your disgraces

Don’t focus solely on falls

But see them

Never forget any of them

For you need them...

Go through the door and down the hall

The second door on the right

Leads to my old bedroom

It used to be mine

Toys everywhere

But it’s just

For guests

Now...

Was a place,

Then a name.

In you came,

With that beautiful face.

was a flat,

Then a person.

With which I watched the setting sun,

Together we sat.

Was it true,

That it was us.

Who built this trust,

So the home was you.

…

Love you baby 🖤...

The feeling has returned,

The nostalgic dread again weighs me down,

And I am drowning

d

r

o

w

i

n

g.

I cannot reach above, nor do I want to.

I will sink in this darkness,

Let the pain fill my lungs.

I wish I could forget this feeling;

I wish it never returned.

But, alas, I must endure it again, only this time I will not h...

Broken hearted from the start,

but you’re acting kinda smart.

It’d be better if we’re apart

cause I was broken from the start.

I will see it, I will grow.

But deep down I will always know,

this wound will never close.

I will hurt you, then you’ll go.

You can see it in my eyes,

you can read through all my lies.

I’ve been broken all this time,

you can see it in my eyes.

And then I’ll end up all...

Standards to never be met

And too ridiculous to expect.

Paths predetermined

But never prewilled by the doer.

Life is fragile yet so fulfilled.

Simpler times were meant for me.

Simpler times were meant for this.

Not “perfect bodies”, salaries, and accolades out the wazoo.

But pretty imperfect moments

made by imperfect people to

make memories.

Are people crap sometimes yeah,

Do they mess up...

there’s an angel on earth (an impartial observer)

come to witness the folly of humanity

to watch, unsleeping, unbreathing, unliving

(it forgets itself)

it sees the dapple of light through leaves and the rippling of fresh river water and (it forgets itself).

it goes to sleep.

she wakes up to an unbearable weight.

the world itself sits on her chest and calls her to the stand,

in a court of outdate...

there’s an angel on earth (an impartial observer)

come to witness the folly of humanity

to watch, unsleeping, unbreathing, unliving

(it forgets itself)

it sees the dapple of light through leaves and the rippling of fresh river water and (it forgets itself).

it goes to sleep.

she wakes up to an unbearable weight.

the world itself sits on her chest, calls her to the stand,

in a court of outdated ...