Slowly slowly Wakening by StarStalker333, literature
Literature
Slowly slowly Wakening
Going up
Going down
Going up
Going down
Going going
GONE
Slowly rising in the sky
Golden coin is up so high
Get my clothes, get my shoes
No time for an extra snooze
Running really really fast
Trying not to be the last
On the buss, in my seat
Knowing I forgot to eat.
Sitting listening to her speak
Trying not to be the geek
Bell clocks ring, break is on
Let's just hope the food ain't gone
Slowly walking quietly home
Wonder where you may roam
Open the door, up the stairs
Tripping over all the chairs
Shut my eyes, lay in bed
Waiting for the words be said
Open my eyes, looking up
It wasn't simple.
But it wasn't hard either.
It was somewhere in between, like him, like me like we both are, like this whole twisted situation was, what we were doing, planning on doing. It was insane, but I felt needed wanted, cared for loved, touched everything he'd taken from me, but now someone ahd given it back to me, and I wanted to love him, but I couldn't I wanted to hold him and say that I couldn't be without him.
But I'd be lying.
He's my brother, I love him as my brother, I'll always love him as a brother, no matter what he does to me, to someone else, or for someone else, I'm always going to be l
Take it back
Take the Mask back
Take the false smiles
The fake Happiness
The Life
Take it back
Take the Mirror back
Take the Glass away
The fallen pieces
The Blood
Take it back
Take it
The Hope
Take it back
He no longer wants me
A year.
A whole year since that day.
A whole year since Al Mualim had betrayed them.
A whole year had gone past and no one had spoken of it before today.
The person who'd broken the long term silence of this heinous betrayal was a young newly attained novice, one of the youngest they had got in the last month. The young child was curious by nature of cause as all small children are, and he'd heard whispers from the guards about a man who had once brought the strongest assassin they had down to tears and nightmares, he wanted really bad to know who this person was.
So he asked an older assassin, who with a sneer on his face, directed him