Shattered Soul - Windows
Zack was smiling with his face but looking into those twin red globes but a chill to it. no matter how happy his face it just couldn't melt the despair running threw them.
Bloodstains
The anger, despair, knife's edge deep lodged deep within my heart compels me now to put pen to this most accursed art.
Alexander, the Extremely Lonely Dragon in a Dystopic Future
And in his state of despair, alexander couldn't help but imagine that the rest of himself would follow. how could he last like this? wandering, lonely and lost. he just had to believe that there was something out there. anything else, anything more.
Depths of Myself
However, in my times, skipping the beat of time, making everything an unpleasant screech, my mind wanders to the depth of despair, clawing at hands that push me further into this pit, screaming for someone, a lover, an friend, a rival, an enemy, anyone,
Inside
despair. fear. doubt. suffering. all of this feeds me more and more. the further you go, the stronger i get. but why do you refuse to accept me?" i can feel the fury rising inside me. i clench my fists until i tint the water of his soul with my blood.
Nonbeings
That expression of absolute despair. the more i think about it, the more useful these nonbeings sound to me. far more than any of grogar's reanimated corpse minions from long ago.
Dreams of Home
But despite this, i must not succumb to the despair. the dream must live on, i will prove my innocence with everything i've got! i got in touch with my family today, after 3 long weeks.
NM #13 ~ Window
#13 of niv & mela [ summary: ] niv experiences yet more existential despair [ ~500 words ] why sleep when you can be sad and write about it characters are mine (c)~nivulus 2019 niv lay still, eyes closed and doing his best to deny consciousness.
Canvas and Melody - Chapter 6
We couldn't hear what they were saying over how loud the cafeteria was, but it was _really_ clear by the look of despair on her face that he'd just told her he was gay. as michael left, she sat down, and within a moment the entire table looked sad.
My dad is dead (revised)
As i was travelling down for this last time, i stopped, as the melancholy was sweeping my mind into an abyss of despair. i halted in the middle of nowhere, a side road running in front of a large ranch.
My Dad Is Dead
Not a pretty mosaic, just a ragtag set of broken parts picked up and put together with the glue of despair, incomplete, still broken. but it's a start... that brings me now... my dad is dead.
Parenthesis
Today though i'm not despairing: just reflective. the days of tears or despair or at one point, anger, have faded, replaced simply with questioning.