PierceTalon

I don’t know where I am, and I don’t know how I got here. I opened my eyes, and I was blinded by the light radiating above me. I thought to myself, Where am I? I tried to stand, but my legs felt numb. Had I ever walked before? No… stupid question. Of course I’ve walked. I remember long hikes down the beach, strolls through the foothills, jogs along the riverside. So why can’t I move? As I lay there, lost in my confusion, not understanding the situation, I was stunned. A sudden wave of sensation washed over me. I could feel hot and cold, wet and dry. I could hear sounds all around me. The roar of engines, the cal

Darkest nights I search, but no answers can be found. Questions I ask, but no reply is heard. This beast, the likes of which I never encountered, Numbing pain, but still a shadow ripping at my soul. Why does sorrow escape me, and to where has Emotion flown? These things I do not know, but will one day learn. Without hope or doubt, Fear or courage, What am I but an empty shell? I do not hate, Yet I do not love. I lust for these things. I long to feel these sensation, but alas... I walk as a zombie in this cold, dark world. When will they see my sufferings, The things that make me who I am? Who will cast a warm light on this col

What do we truly live for? If you really think about it, our cycle of life is a sad thing. We're born, we live, we work, we die. From day one, we have morals and ethics pounded into our skulls. We are told that we need to work hard to earn everything. We are told to dress nicely, carry ourselves with pride, eat in a civilized manner, speak in proper terms; but for what? To appease the masses? As soon as we're old enough to think for ourselves, the government places us in cramped quarters with other children to learn what they want us to learn. we're all taught the same material; we're given no opportunity to decide the fate of our own lives.