Mikhael-Caste

I Still Remember The Sweet Song Of Nothing. That Blue September Air Blasted Red, Scorched Leaves Flittering To The Lush Sands. That Steel Bulkhead Scattering My Thoughts, Cracking My Lenses, Graying My Hide, Waking A Stranger. I Still Remember The Bitter Taste Of Loneliness. The Story Untold, Scraps Blasted To Glass, Buffet My Eyes, Crawling Through The Cracks. The Storms That Hit, The Crash Of Rock On Skull. The Cracking Sound Of An Open Memory. Finality. Final Completion. The Master Stroke Awaits. Conciousness Fades In, Sudden Shock Belays The Clues. The Pit Of My Stomach Grows Wider, The Cracks Widen As The Lenses Threaten To Smash. I C

Dear Brother; I Do Not Whisper Rumors, I End Them. Dear Brother; I Do Not Attempt To Halt The Pain, I Fiddle And Watch As It Burns Away. Dear Brother; I Do Not Callously Joke Or Idly Talk To Cause Pain, I Observe And See Your Twisting Soul Vanish And Shimmer As It Is Torn. Dear Sister; ...I Could Not Stop The Unknown Force. I Could Not Find The Bastard Source. I Did Not Stop Our Brother's Fall. I Put On My Mask. Pretend Not To Care At All. Dear Sister; Dear Brothers; Dear Heart: I Do Not Wish To Prolong What I See. Dear Loves; I'm Sorry.

Burning Hazel incinerates my guard, Pure Determination, focused raw emotion pierces my heart's Icy prison. Gorgeous Flowing Hair frames her Masterpiece features, Disarming Looks and charming lips more powerful than A Missile, Spreading Peace to my quaking, worrying nerves with a simple, soft kiss, The Ice melts, my organ beats a hefty thump, thawing, growing, fixing. With a surgeon's delicacy her love repairs all damage, tiny scars and gashes alike vanish beneath her reach. Her soft breath, sweet aroma seep through to claim their dominion. Not domination; Tranquility, anesthesia, a claim more bold and absolute than any collar or brand she tak

Gone, Banished are the chains of Man. The Flesh carved away with naught but a pen and Parchment. The true face lies beneath; Under the flesh, beneath the tissue, Through the bone, beyond Marrow. The Soul Lay shining Bright, yet hidden from praying eyes. The essence, the Vitality, Away from the corruption of Man, it dwells. Machines, without soul and empty beyond mere chasms give chase, crossing the globe and converting all in their path. the soul lay dormant, captured in the heart of the machine. at last shackled by superior masters, Glancing at humanity as it is. a single tear is shed; it rusts the machine, caressing the remains of it's own

OK, Page 1 almost ready for reviewing, So here Goes *Clears his throat*; Nikkie and Shadow Walked quietly side by side, the soft crunch of the grass under Nikkie's sneakers seeming to echo on for miles, While shadow glided along next to her, Smiling softly as they went, his dark robes flowing over a tiny frame, ending in smoky shreds that only just failed to make contact with the damp ground, his midnight-black overcoat trailing only inches behind, tendrils of shadowy smoke curling away into the night, his snow-white hair seeming nonexistant, rather more like a cloud of steam rising from his pale scalp, his dark red eye twitching harshly as