C O B A I N

C O B A I N

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Dentre as ruas escuras e ensurdecedoras de uma cidade, vazias e assustadoras, existem linhas tênues de desejos que são perseguidos e sonhos que estão sendo destruídos, pesadelos que estão sendo transmitidos em uma mente através de vozes que nunca param de falar. Uma narração sem fim que acaba te levando a loucura e quando você percebe, seu grito sai pedindo ajuda antes mesmo de sua boca abrir, pois seus olhos já estão mostrando sua emoção, seu sentimento, sua condição. Esses eram apenas sentimentos que passaram a corroer a alma de uma pessoa imatura, o garoto que saiu para as ruas e agora habita nelas ou melhor, elas habitam nele. A estrela que ainda brilha no céu, hoje irá escurecer e deixará de brilhar no amanhecer. Onde tudo começa e tudo termina, o meio é um mistério, mas o resto é previsível, sempre aconteceu da mesma forma. Tendo novamente uma chance de viver ou ao menos tentar sobreviver ao impossível que era ser. Ser quem és em meio a seres tão iguais. Seattle, 2016, quando todos achavam que o mundo estava perdido, ele veio e tentará sobreviver. Afinal, uma lenda nunca morre, ela renasce. E quando isso acontece, o mundo vive novamente.
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Static

{COMPLETED} "now that you've had your fun electrocuting me, would you care to hop in the backseat?" ---------------------------------------------------------- Freak DNA. That's what I like to call it. The fault to my genetic code. More often than not, it's a curse. The static running through my blood gave me a name. A cruel, daunting label of a measly bug. A roach. That's what I am to them, to the government. Roach; the nameless monster with electricity for a sense and lightening as a second nature. It ruined my life, the sparking currents playing tag in my mind, running around and bumping into everything, shaking me loose. The government, actually. They ruined my life. My curse just gave them a reason. You see, the normal population with ordinary DNA, they don't know about the people like me. The roaches of the world. We don't get that kind of recognition at the camps. There, we are only one thing in the military's eyes. We are weapons and we will act like it. Everyone else out there, bathing in the goodness they don't know they've got, they don't know about the roaches their stepping on. As long as their getting closer to the sky, they don't care what they stand on to reach it. They don't know about the sparkling dreamer that's killed 7 people before her 17th birthday. They don't about the ghost of a girl peaking around corners for her entire life because even home wasn't safe. They don't know about the fighter of steel and iron sucking on his bloody lip courtesy of the wars he battles in as nothing but a shadow. They don't know about the masked villain who would do anything to see the army they lead claim the throne They don't know about us. But they will, because we will rise. And when we arrive, we will arrive violently. ___________________________________________ Started: 10.06.15 Finished: 3.17.16

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