Kaje recognized it as _slash and burn_, the racer driven by harl's senior teammate, verl wanyard.
Action, Angel, Gazelle, Intro, Near Future, No-Yiff, Realistic, Sci-Fi, Tiger, Violence (Not In Yiff)
One could easily forsake the idea that once one learns, they would never be required to show or tell due to how the path of enlightenment is subjective and thus driven by inner strength for inner purposes.
Bear, Chalo, Chalodillo
Dont be driven to insanty like have... dont use the key...
sanity....
there is not enough for everyone...
but i will divide mine so others can keep theirs....
but i have found mine....
in physical forms....
for it is in those....
Sanity, life
The monster in side claws at the inside, trying to unleash itself,
the beast wants out, howling in frustration,
should i take that plunge, unleashing that instinctive driven part of me,
even though i fear it, i fear the things deeper still even more
Fantasy, Poem
Shall i give up my ingoran's for the knolege of the lost seed and be driven to insantity. or shall i stay in the bliss of ingorance and have my soul never change.
Poem, choice, mind, soul
The smell of butane fills the air, my brain,
holes driven in my skin, my dark blood drips
on the floor, the beat that drives me insane.
"make it stop. make it stop." lips feebly yell.
are these lips my own? is this voice my own?
Fire, Hell, No Hope, Poetry, life, sonnet
A perculiar beast dwells within
she has to be kept caged
please do not release her
her passion is driven by rage
out she'll come with no help
there is no need to provoke
her lust and hunger drives her
her fire, you need not stoke
howls
beast, instincts, pleasure
I cant stand this my mind is being driven to insanity. this storm is destroying me with all it chaous. the past to brutle the futor to dull. i hate my being. but the dust of this storm shall rebuild me. but leave me lost in a new life.
Poem, mind, storm
For he who see's will not belive and be driven into insanity.
for i carry the wicked soul of the damed. i will only bring pain to those who come close. forr give me for i am the the wicked being.
Dark, Poem
Few words
an expressionless soul
a brilliant mind
yet melancholy and tortured
a quiet note
an echo
distant
recluse
abstracted
content in his depressive monotony
with every passing day
his grief dug deeper
the knife driven
Depressing, Poetry, Sad