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The Crimson Phantom

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  1. The Crimson Phantom
    Some people tell me that I’m boring and have no life. That I don’t really do anything interesting. But I fervently beg to differ. I enjoy doing what I do, doing whatever I choose to do. Never really inclined, because someone tells me this is what normals do. I stick to no social stigma. Because I am a stigma. I am my own. And that alone makes me all the more interesting. You see. There’s a trick. Don’t find a fun place. Find a place and make it
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    Different from all Always the same to call What does it mean to never have What is the feeling of endless want? What am I, in a world without you. What is the definition of existence? Eternally confused or forever lost?
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    Infinity… All the infinite bullshit, A huge waterless pit and I'm swimming in it. Just the surrealness of the bullshit, I'm tired of hearing it. So I fade away… drift far far far away. So I don't have to hear… to feel it. Ya know.
  4. The Crimson Phantom
    What matters is the drive The hunger to want… The things that I want This ambition, the world at my fingertips. It's all in my grasp. And I'm starving. When you knock me down Keep me down Because when I get back up You're fucked.
  5. The Crimson Phantom
    Senseless sensibility forever lost But isn't that exactly what they want I'm crying, bleeding, and screaming for help And they pretend like they don't know In this endless mortality dreaded with pain An independence I struggle to gain. A beautiful voice disenfranchised by the lame Ineptly weak, and you're to blame. A life forever as you and never me. A lost and pitiful destiny Invalidation, that's the game A wicked laughter that's never the
  6. The Crimson Phantom
    BETTER, always trying to improve the worst. REMEDY, the cure for every ailment. OPEN, never closed off from the world. KIND, constantly wearing a fading smile. ENDLESS, always and forever. NEVER…
  7. The Crimson Phantom
    I am dead. I die at the end. I died before the end. I died even before the story began. I am alive, yet I’ve never lived. I find solace in the comfort of never knowing love, hate, friendship… I was born in the darkness of night, and have never seen the beauty of light. I am the shadow of a person who I was once thought to be. I am nobody...
  8. The Crimson Phantom
    I am nobody other than me, A fact I wear proudly for all the world to see. I am in every way who I want to be. Love it or hate it, as long as it is me.
  9. The Crimson Phantom
    I am not weird, just slightly feared. I am inside the box and everything is out. It is me who is normal and everyone else is different Ode to being the singular definition of sane among, the truly insane
  10. The Crimson Phantom
    Destroy me Entice me Find me Ignite me Notice me Intimidate me Think of me Ignore me Only you No other
  11. The Crimson Phantom
    Unfortunately, not everyone is like me, and I like no other. This is a fact I wear with pride. One I dare not hide. I’m different in every aspect, from everything that surrounds me. Truly I’d love to find another like me if I did I‘d love them. They’d be my destiny.
  12. The Crimson Phantom
    The light of life is very bright. Even when faced with complete abyssal darkness. Lift your lantern and hold it high and tight. And proceed through the night without fright. ------------------------------------ All of the sudden the world isn’t so bright Absolutely devoid of light And in the darkness, I develop such a fright Too many monsters in the dark, I’m afraid to fight I always seem to lose sight Something in this world is impossibly un-right Des
  13. The Crimson Phantom
    Often in this world do things change, always moving forward. Nothing stays the same, this is a fate no man can tame. And I love it, how things change. And I hate it that people complain when things do or don’t change. Keep your head up, or hold it down It doesn’t matter as long as your feet keep moving forward. Let the cynics doubt, let them hate, let them criticize, let them lie But don’t let them bring you down with them, to that lowest of levels So
  14. The Crimson Phantom
    High enough to reject all internal sound. Lifting my wings high enough to soar. Fleeing to a place where I can never be found. A newfound freedom that rejects all external intermission. Breaking away from a depressing disposition. The world around me fades to a black nothingness. Every day feels bleak and determinably meek. Always from that high cliff, I take my leap Into that dark distant abyssal deep. I am free. I am falling. Why is there
  15. The Crimson Phantom
    A collection of my poetry... No real collective theme... If you ever wanted to know I think... Just look inside and take a peek. I like writing, I do it when I'm bored, happy, sad, afraid, brave, strong, weak, or just feeling inspired. Some are good, some are great. Some are bad, some are terrible. And some are just parts that I like out of the stories that I write. So without further a due... I give you my first poetry anthology; Falling.
  16. The Crimson Phantom
    Something was not right, and she could sense it. She could feel another presence in the room. A dark and evil presence, one that wanted to hurt people. Before she could even realize what she was doing, she reached down and grabbed her right hand to quell its shaking. She looked down and noticed she was clutching her pencil with an iron grip. So hard that her knuckles began to turn white. But that's not what worried her. What worried her most was the fact that she couldn’t seem to let go. Her han
  17. The Crimson Phantom
    Chapter 1 “Under the cloak of an illusion, life twist and turns; but, it never bends to the will of the resilient. Only those who see that we can’t control life, it controls us; are the truly transcendent. Life is both literal and figurative. But where do we draw the thin line that separates the two? At somewhere along the points of separation this line blurs. Most may not know it, but dreams and reality often become mixed. One in the same. Those who have terrible trouble distinguishin
  18. The Crimson Phantom
    All Hopes Insane Asylum for the Mentally Ill, An old decrepit hospital for the Mentally unsound. It is here where the beginning of our story ends... Dr. Margaret Penner, a veteran doctor who's sanity is put to the test when seven new arrivals resurrect demons from her past. The only major problem is if these demons are only in her nightmares and imagination, why can her patients see them too?
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