A world of differences.

There was a world of differences between today and yesterday.. Yet things still feel the same, but that’s all it was…a mere feeling...
A feeling that rushed over him like a mighty wave. Crushing his mentality into a watery grave. Over and Over again the oceanic waves of emotion left him frozen. All the way to the bones… he could of swore that they were broke. Like the rest of him it was the sea that crushed him but he was scattered In the wind. A piece here and a piece there, never to be together again.. but maybe they would pass by, and with some luck they might even touch… Now isn’t that what they call hope?
It was exactly that feeling alone, that happened to lead him to keyboard strokes.. The kind that can tell the stories of photos, and the losses of the ones so close to making it but they broke. Just like him.. he wanted them to feel just like him. To see the tragedies and sins of the world of man, but he didn’t claim to be better. He just knew he was aware. Aware of the broken hearts, and darkened scars. Maybe he could make something of falling apart. Use it to his advantage, become so numb that the world can’t even stand it. Starve them of his light until they became famished, dying for him to give a fuck so much that they can’t stand it..
	Is he vengeful? Or just looking to get even? Now he’s tamed and trained his demons. He’s no longer a man, He’s not even human.
He is fire, burning so fluent, and torching away the past. He’s the candle light on the dark path, that you think is a safe haven… but it’s a trap…
He will destroy you like the ones that came before.. Fortune favors most, for they don’t even come close to opening that door that’s been sealed closed…He tends to hide it well. He hides it behind a crooked smile and a wild chill. He does it with heightened skill. But there’s been one or two that have manage to get through, what most would have thought bullet proof..
	But he didn’t have time to reminisce, he was still in this vision. Still on this mission, until he could make them see like him. Then this wouldn’t be finished..
He used to want to burn bright, So bright that everyone in the dark, with troubled hearts would know that feeling that he once had known. Maybe he wanted to save the world back then, or maybe just leave it a little less broken.. But that was back then, and this is now. Now instead of shining, he was fighting. He was the flame that would eradicate them awake. No, mistakes would no longer be made. He was the flame that arose from the watery grave. He was the one that survived the battle between love and hate. He was no longer just aware. He was awake.
Yes, A world of differences there was today.

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