The HealingThere was a manThe Healing by SilverWynd
who walked beneath
the shadow of a hawk,
he travelled the road alone
lost within sorrow,
it weighed heavy in his heart,
grief clouded his eyes.
He followed the path
guided by the bird of spirit
that appears within his dreams,
an offered feather of hope
lightens his despair.
There was a vision
of a woman with
hands that can heal,
she waits in the mountains
for the one who lost
his soul long ago.
He was on a journey
to find what he never
understood he was searching
for, but when she touched him,
it reached past all the pain.
The pieces of himself he
thought missing were called
back home and slowly he
was made whole.
The woman no longer waited
alone in the mountains
and a man was no more
haunted by the shadow
of a hawk, but it lived
within him in the scar over
No Face, He Had No Face!It is another dreary Monday outside of Summit View. The heavy grey clouds again shroud this dismal asylum in darkness. For Nicola Markov it has been six long years since he was sentenced to life inside the Mason Psychiatric Institute; six long years since Markov was arrested and tried for the brutal murder of two young campers on his property.No Face, He Had No Face! by mmihalko13
“He had no face, that damn bastard, the man of cloth, had no face,” Dr. Alexander said to his colleague George Stephens. “Those are the only words Nicola Markov has spoken in his seven years here at the hospital, and I still have no idea what they mean. He just stares at the wall repeating that statement. That is why I called you in. Your hypnotherapy experiments have shown tremendous results, and are becoming more widely accepted.”
“Thank you, John, but my studies have not been perfect, and there have been some extreme side effects that have popped up.” George replied, “Are you sure you want to attempt t
I am YouLife spoke to the void.I am You by Henly-Hill
"Why do so many hate me? Yet they cling so tightly to my cloak."
Death spoke to the void.
"I am accursed and feared by so many. Yet they all come to me in the end."
Joy spoke to the void.
"I am pursued by all. Yet they find me so elusive."
Hope asked the void:
"Why am I both held so tightly and thrown so easily away?"
War spoke to the void.
"I am what they hate. Yet they cannot live without me."
Peace spoke to the void.
"I am sought by all. Yet they have never found me"
Innocence asked the void:
"Why am I both the first they have and the first they lose?"
Strife asked the void:
"Why am I the one that they hate to love? Yet they still do so love me."
Intellect said to the void:
"I lead them further toward salvation. Yet I also lead them toward destruction."
Madness asked the void:
"Why are those blessed by me the only ones to see the truth?"
Sanity asked the void:
"Why am I both the lense to see and the fog obscuring?"
Sleep said the the void:
"I am necessary to
It That BetraysEver present the shadow whispers.It That Betrays by Henly-Hill
Inside the mind is causes blisters.
Softly falls the light of day.
But It is not out here to play.
Profane the things It says at night.
Yet worse so still It says in light.
Constant seething maddening words.
Engulfed the brain like blackened herbs.
It has a name that I dare not speak.
But know That It keeps my life so bleak.
It stops the heart then makes It go.
As I toss about in unevened flow.
Stab the heart with all the pain.
Don't worry now It'll be back again.
A hidden place inside It dwells.
That Betrays the one It knows so well.
I try and cast this thing away.
But I cannot keep It back; at bay.
Wise the words that echo scorn.
It feels that I should not be born.
Breathe within and breathe without.
Either is just one fell clout.
Name It once and there will be flame.
But once again and It will bring you shame.
It watches with the lidless eye.
To see you weak; to see you cry.
It leaves the flesh not rent not torn.
But makes the mind feel so lowborn.
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