The night was hollow, the moon casting gray shadows through the dark forest as he ran.
Darting between trees, jumping over fallen logs, he glided through the forest like a cloaked shadow himself. He was aware of the others in the forest, the dark beasts that chased him. He stopped as several beasts jumped in front of him. Their red eyes held fast to him as their skin rippled and bubbled. He gritted his teeth, once these had been normal dogs, Anjing he had played with long ago. Now they were beasts of the blackest element, chained to a dark and dismal fate, and loyal to their creator.
He brought his hands up, right on bahagian, atas of the left, and with his palms facing the creatures whispered a phrase. Faint blue light grew in his palms then like a api, kebakaran it spread out engulfing everything in front of it. The Anjing howls of pain quickly became an echo in the still forest. The boy breathed a sigh of relief and dropped his hands to his sides.
'My what a powerful spell'
He quickly looked around for the sumber of the eerily dark voice. 'Maybe I shouldn't have taught anda that one, just look at what it did to my pets.' The boy quietly cursed to himself as he started running again. 'Why bother, anda know I'll find you.' The voice's laughter echoed through the forest, encouraging him to run faster. The taunts continued as he made his way through the trees.
Finally he stopped at a pokok to catch his breath. (why is he just taunting me, why not use a spell?) he thought to himself. He froze when he came to the realization, he almost laughed at it. (he doesn't know where I am. right now he's completely in the dark about my whereabouts.) Now he just had to plan his seterusnya alih carefully. He could always wait until morning, then he would be fully rested.
No, that wasn't an option. He had an advantage right now, but it wouldn't last. If he was going to make his escape he would have to leave as fast as possible. With that in mind he pushed himself off of the pokok and started running once more.
Darting between trees, jumping over fallen logs, he glided through the forest like a cloaked shadow himself. He was aware of the others in the forest, the dark beasts that chased him. He stopped as several beasts jumped in front of him. Their red eyes held fast to him as their skin rippled and bubbled. He gritted his teeth, once these had been normal dogs, Anjing he had played with long ago. Now they were beasts of the blackest element, chained to a dark and dismal fate, and loyal to their creator.
He brought his hands up, right on bahagian, atas of the left, and with his palms facing the creatures whispered a phrase. Faint blue light grew in his palms then like a api, kebakaran it spread out engulfing everything in front of it. The Anjing howls of pain quickly became an echo in the still forest. The boy breathed a sigh of relief and dropped his hands to his sides.
'My what a powerful spell'
He quickly looked around for the sumber of the eerily dark voice. 'Maybe I shouldn't have taught anda that one, just look at what it did to my pets.' The boy quietly cursed to himself as he started running again. 'Why bother, anda know I'll find you.' The voice's laughter echoed through the forest, encouraging him to run faster. The taunts continued as he made his way through the trees.
Finally he stopped at a pokok to catch his breath. (why is he just taunting me, why not use a spell?) he thought to himself. He froze when he came to the realization, he almost laughed at it. (he doesn't know where I am. right now he's completely in the dark about my whereabouts.) Now he just had to plan his seterusnya alih carefully. He could always wait until morning, then he would be fully rested.
No, that wasn't an option. He had an advantage right now, but it wouldn't last. If he was going to make his escape he would have to leave as fast as possible. With that in mind he pushed himself off of the pokok and started running once more.
Sometimes its Easier to inore the truth
to forget about everything
to sit in a closet and hide forever
Sometimes its Easier, to blame yourself
To think its your falt
To tunjuk no emotion
Sometimes It's easier to keep everything inside
to not let anyone know
to hide everything.
To me, Its easier to say something
To talk
to cry
Its easier to Feel Emotions
Anger, rage, Sadness,
but not fear
Fear is my enemey
He wants to take over my mind
Keep me locked up inside.
I'm tired of being scared
I'm tired of being locked in my own world
I'm tired of being a prisoner.
I will not be afraid,
I will not Let him Win
to forget about everything
to sit in a closet and hide forever
Sometimes its Easier, to blame yourself
To think its your falt
To tunjuk no emotion
Sometimes It's easier to keep everything inside
to not let anyone know
to hide everything.
To me, Its easier to say something
To talk
to cry
Its easier to Feel Emotions
Anger, rage, Sadness,
but not fear
Fear is my enemey
He wants to take over my mind
Keep me locked up inside.
I'm tired of being scared
I'm tired of being locked in my own world
I'm tired of being a prisoner.
I will not be afraid,
I will not Let him Win
Memories and grief of my heart
Are still buried somewhere
I can’t cry neither I can freely laugh
What if they don’t know my past
I have not forget it yet
I still remember the same Zean with the same Zeal
But not in flashes neither in cars
In backstage of life with trembling hunger
Hunger in eyes and lips dry
No money in pocket but Zeal on shoulder
With memories of ‘Love’ and burning heart
Now my clothes are branded
And my shoes are best, pocket heavy with dollars
But with this all my hati, tengah-tengah is all heavy
With secrets of past
Pleasures can bury them but cannot vanish
I still look ke hadapan to death
When all my secrets will disappear, my pain will end
Also with my life..end will come to my BAD MEMORIES.
Are still buried somewhere
I can’t cry neither I can freely laugh
What if they don’t know my past
I have not forget it yet
I still remember the same Zean with the same Zeal
But not in flashes neither in cars
In backstage of life with trembling hunger
Hunger in eyes and lips dry
No money in pocket but Zeal on shoulder
With memories of ‘Love’ and burning heart
Now my clothes are branded
And my shoes are best, pocket heavy with dollars
But with this all my hati, tengah-tengah is all heavy
With secrets of past
Pleasures can bury them but cannot vanish
I still look ke hadapan to death
When all my secrets will disappear, my pain will end
Also with my life..end will come to my BAD MEMORIES.
