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Hush.. hush. The tune of the wind whispering in my ear, Silencing as smooth as serenity and rich as gold. Feeling the sun beat down Her illuminating rays of pure brilliance, Soaking my skin, caressing me. Awakening inner nirvana, Losing myself. Surrendering to the sweetest sin. Unlocking the rustic cage and emancipating the creature, Crawling and clawing as it pries its path, Withdrawing from my controlling finger. It is not me.. Anymore, I am not a beast.. anymore. Living underneath the surface, lurking In the most aphotic of shadows Awaiting for my chance. Still there, but twisting Into something so horrid and vile, Dis

Purely Void: Everyone needs a good role-model to learn from. I was once so pure.. And she was a glamourous,  sophisticated, elegant beauty of a woman. She had long wispy blonde locks delicately flowing in such an effortless grace that framed her visage so well. Her eyes were a piercing and shade of aqua blue, the tone that you could only find off the coast of some remote tropical island if you searched well enough. She was exotic. She was rare. She was the most perfect human being. When she sang, she did not merely sing.. No.. when she sang, she sang beautiful aubades that captured the attention of the entity of her tranced audi

Introduction to the monologue. "Tybalt: Thou wretched boy, that didst consort him here, shalt with him hence. Romeo: This shall determine that." (Act 3.1, lines 128-130) Romeo stabs Tybalt, he dies and his ghost wakes. There Will Be Blood Tybalt: Hence.... Hence... Hence... But soft! What hath cometh of I? O my, hath I been slain? Hath I been peppered? And by thee, of all humanity! Fortune's fickle fool! Romeo, thou art one runagate, one enseamed villain that hath mangled my honourable visage into a grave man. So soon, O much too soon, and by nothing but a juvenile! The embarrassment! The mortification of my predicament! Be it a