Sy-Core

 Being alone is one thing, but silence is something else. It was worse, a lot worse. Because no one could hear your calling pleads, your begging for help and forgiveness for something you didn’t even realized had been done. Not when you don’t have a voice to say it. So, being alone is okay and something you can live through, but silence is torture... You can take their beatings as they try to get information out of you, but everytime you try to speak, nothing comes out. They continue to do so until they realize your lack of a voice. A mute. So beat, cut, bloody, hurt. Its all okay because there is noise. But then they start to wal

 "What are you waiting for? Didn't you come here to fight? You even brought an 'army'." Omega said, grinning a bit. "So, why don't you make the first move?" * Omega looked happily through the gun shop. There was everything from pistols to revolvers to shotguns to rifles and more. The shop's owner(who was now used to Omega's constant visits) went into the back room--the storage room-- to recount the ammo supplies that had just arrived that morning and also the account for the ammo Omega had ordered last week. Picking up a colt revolver, he admired it. Of course he already had one--the one his father had given him as a freshman in highschoo

 There is not much to say Not much at all Words in your mouth Yet words won't form You want to ease All the pain inside, a bottle in your hand Trying to drink but goes dry Helpless and weak, struggling to survive Words that won't form Melting away the coloring day Fading fast from blue to gray Same with the words, all you want Its just, Simply goodbye

 Rain laid in the dew wet grass in a meadow in the midsection of the forest. He just had to get away from his parents! They annoy him so much as times. Though it hadn't even been that long since he had met them and they already crowded him like he was God or something. He hated it. Of course their was no possible way for him to go back to his old life, working for Project Deception under the command of Kurt C. Christen and his former training instructor Spenser J. Christen. The entire staff had been put under a death sentence for everything they had done. Sighing aloud he listened to mother nature, at least she knew what she was doing. The ne

 Sometimes you think its a good idea to do this and that. Then after a moment or two you think about your actions, right after you get your response. Scared? Victory? What? What do you truly feel about it? Do you just let it slide, Its all in the past!, you say or do your learn from it? That maybe you got a lucky win for victory, or scared of what you have to face next. Have you ever thought that life was something of a way to see if anything was really true? That pain, emotions, life and death are really true. That you're not just a design into an even bigger world. A pawn in their game? Who knows. no one does. It all depends on the person