THE STORM
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  • Parts 5
  • Time 9m
Ongoing, First published Jun 06, 2019
I awoke with a start. My limbs felt numb from the cold of the air conditioning, radiating throughout the room. Any emotion left In my from my dream was sucked out of me as soon as my eyes flickered open. The barren white walls made my pale skin glow, some could've sworn I was the spitting Image of a modern day vampire. Pale, boney, fragile and.. well.. maybe just a little bit different. I see things the way others don't, you see they don't have the capability to understand reality.  Which Is how I ended up In this sick place. Call It what you will, "looney bin", "madhouse", "nuthouse", the weak words of the tamed don't amuse me. I know what I've seen, heard and felt.. I know others feel the storm I predict, and I know It will be the undoing of the tamed... It will be the undoing of you all.
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9 parts Ongoing

𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐗 𝐉𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐧. In a world that screams, I stand in despair, My voice drowned out, lost in the air. Chains of tradition tighten each day, I long to escape, but I'm forced to stay. Each breath I take feels heavy and torn, Every mistake a scar I've worn. I crave a sky where I can be free, Away from the walls that imprison me. For now, I sit with my heart in pain, Silent, yet screaming, again and again. Though shattered, a spark in me still survives, Dreaming of freedom where my soul can rise.