SUM WRITTING STUFFF

writing thingy 1:

TW DEATH:

Lying there is his casket he did not look right

The mortishan had made him look clean and respectable. He looked calm and at peace. To anyone who did not know him.

I had never scene him without a shit eating grin spread across his face and violence in his eyes. Ready to bring the whole world down with him. 

Now he looked hollow. Without his scars picking from the sleeves of his unwashed battle vest and speach about dismantling the cis-tem though rock hot on his tung , he became a mockery of everything he stood  against. 

Writing thingy 2:

i wass gona post "on the topic of power" on this but it was rly long so ill post it another time. instead here is a vent/peom/idfk what to call this

My brain is a labyrinth. I am Daedalus, the maker and the prisoner.

I love you but when I expect that you will slip away, by no fault of your own I will becomes obsessive and all the things that where fun will becomes too much. people falling from my hand like grains of sand. the more i hold on, i try to catch, the more will fall. 

I will never be ok and i will never truely be free on my perfect prison. i just hope you will acumpoly me into the darkest caverns of this maze we find out selfs in.