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The horror these eyes have seen.

Nothing on the surface to see, he seems normal enough.
The bad times are bad but the worst times are still to come.
You know you can’t run from a demon when you have nightmares when your awake.

He flinches from a force that can no longer hurt him.
And yet still continues to cause him pain.

He twitches from the thought of the event. Both seeing it as a blur and crystal clear in his head.

He is confused.

The voice taunts him from afar and sometimes takes the time to find him where he had been hiding.

He feels sick to his stomach. Other people feel rage and anger. But these are not the emotions he harbors In his heart.

He dosent know what this world is coming to. Nor does he know if he wants to be apart of it.

Every time he sees something in this world worth living for he gets crushed and shunted aside like yesterday’s news.

Every time he sees a light it’s always dimmed by his views.

They say to him time heals everything. But he knows that’s a sour truth. Because be that as it may it’s also the slow ticking of that same clock that kills.

How can someone die if they hadn’t ever lived he wonders to him self.

He shan’t think about this morbid subject lightly. For everything has its timing.