By the way, these are from my Teen Leadership journal. Ya' know, the ones I was meaning to copy down for months. *Shrug* I'm lazy.
A film haze of poisonous gas clung to my skin like a frigid blanket. It invaded my lungs and crushed the air inside. Yet I kept on walking. I didn't know how to breathe, nor did my blood race through my veins. I was long dead, a hollow shell of what I used to be. I was revived without a soul to help me feel, empathise, love. But I was alright with that. All I needed was to carry out my task. Protect the king or we all shall perish. A greater darkness was rising, awaiting the perfect moment to take over the throne. But I wouldn't play into his hands like the others. After all, I was soulless.
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Mmhmm I'm Bored
PoetryThose little things that pop into your head that you can't help but write down. I suppose it could be counted as freeform poetry-ish. Cover by the exalted @FableWrites.
