Onyx_Knight

The embodiment of my writing: “when you aren’t spoon fed love, you learn to lick it off the sharp blade of a knife.”

Onyx_Knight

Hi Knights!
          I've spent the last year on a long, exhausting journey. Hard at time, it was worth it. I know I'm never going to perfect, something I'm still learning to accept, but the changes I have made or begun to make has made me a better person. I'm striving to be a better person every day.
          But the journey is not done! And I'm excited for the next steps.
          Now, for the good news!
          I am still working on my major series: The Tribrid's Curse and The Devil's Daughter's.
          I will post seperate announcement in detail on those. However, I have reached a bit of roadblock with them, so I've been exploring some of my old works in hopes of finding some inspiration. Which led me down a big spiral of revising and editing!
          Before I go back to work on the major series, I have a revised version of Styx: The River to Death. Enjoy!
          Expect the updates within this week.

Onyx_Knight

Talking to me wouldn’t have changed anything. At the end of the day, you didn’t love me. And nothing could have changed your mind when it wasn’t focused on us, or me, or even yourself. It was focused on them.
          Some days it hurts, but these days I’ve noticed, the longer I keep going, the easier it is to forget.
          To forget the pain.
          To forget the betrayal.
          To forget the lies.
          To forget the mistakes.
          To forget the choices.
          To forget the love, or what I thought was love.
          To forget the laughs.
          To forget the smiles.
          To forget the nights laying with you.
          And the days spent along side you.
          To forget you.
          To forget me…
          To forget us.

Onyx_Knight

A Monologue, written by Onyx Knight.
          Titled: I Do.
          
          I'm haunted by those words, I Do.
          A year ago, I could hardly wait for the day I could say those words. I Do.
          Now, they have a whole other meaning. 
          I miss you. I do.
          I hate you. I do. 
          
          I'm haunted by those words, I Do.
          They echo in my nightmares. I Do.
          Dressed in white, I Do.
          A year ago, you changed my life.
          The beginning of the end. 
          
          I'm haunted by those words, I Do.
          They pound in my head at night. I Do.
          A year ago, I couldn't stand those words any longer. I Do.
          A year ago, you left my life.
          The end of our begginning.

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A monologue, written by Onyx Knight
          Titled: I Wish. I Wish.
          
          Let me tell you about the old me.
          She was weak, tired, desperate, dependant, and she was lost. 
          She had her heart broken.
          You don't get to show up now, expecting everything to be okay because...
          you're sorry.
          You don't get to hurt her. Again.
          I wont give you the chance to hurt me again.
          
          I wish I could say that I want the best for you.
          I wish I could say that I'm glad you're happy.
          Because that's what you deserve.
          But I can't. I don't.
          
          I want you to hurt like I did. 
          To cry and scream, like I did.
          To question everything. To hate every part of yourself because...
          it has to be your fault. 
          To wonder... what you did wrong. 
          Because otherwise it doesn't make sense.
          
          I am no longer weak, I am strong.
          Strong enough to walk away from you today.
          I am no longer tired, I am excited.
          To live the rest of my life, without you in it.
          I am no longer desperate or dependant.
          I picked myself up off the ground you left me on.
          I am not longer lost.
          I found myself in your absence.
          
          So I wish I could say that I hate you.
          I wish that I didn't miss you.
          But I can't. I still do.

Onyx_Knight

          Weather it be fear, greed, pain, or heartache… something rules them. It consumes them. Monsters are the weakest people of society who didn’t have the strength to fight their demons alone. The people who were ignored when they cried for help.
          Monsters are the people forgotten by society. They never get to change. They never get to forget, they remember the darkest parts of the world and they scream for everyone to see it too. But an average persons brain doesn’t allow them to cope with reality: the truth about how horrible the world is. Monsters force people to see the truth, that’s what makes people so scary. 
          People aren’t afraid of monsters, they’re afraid of what they mean. What they bring with them. That is what makes them Monsters. 
          If there is anything I have learned over the last year, it’s that monsters don’t get happy endings. They don’t get the same opportunities as others and because of this, they never get the chance to change.

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The Devil can change his name. Can change his form. Can change his face. 
          But at the end of the day, the Devil still thirsts for blood. He is still ruled by selfishness, a desire for chaos, and lives by his lack of morals. The Devil can become anything he likes but it is because he is a monster that he can do so. He can never change the blood in his veins. 
          He will always be a monster.