You're clenching on to your dreams
Despite the fact that they are mere illusions.
Illusions of thoughts and memories you never had.
FatalYour eyes wide open,Fatal by PuzzledHeartBox
raindrops cascading from your paling face.
Such abhorrent sight, yet so beautifully captivating.
This iridescent light, reflecting on your bloodied sclera
Whilst the concrete turns red.
ToxicWe tried to break it off,Toxic by PuzzledHeartBox
before the dust settles.
But like a nuclear explosion,
it radiates within us.
This sentient lover, my terminal predicament.
Umbrella: The other side of the coin #1Noon, 7 September 2002, Raccoon City, Umbrella Corporation Research FacilityUmbrella: The other side of the coin #1 by PuzzledHeartBox
The alarm sounded, fire doors closed, and neurotoxins began permeating the air.
Screams of agony resounded in the corridors and one scientist after another collapsed to the ground of the underground level 3, the Biological Research Laboratory for human trials.
Bryan reached under his desk and calmly put on his gasmask, he then entered his password and the exhaust system drained his room of toxins after which he
proceeded towards his office door, sealing it off with his ID card after which he then walked back to his desk.
Bryan didn’t care much, he was a geneticist, and Umbrella offered the best learning and proving ground for his research and knowledge.
He worked with the T-Virus and G-Virus as if but a mere cold. Though he always proceeded his research with the utmost caution.
Up until the day the T-virus broke out in the lower levels of the research facility, causing hundreds of scient
In due timeAh, happy thoughts that cannot shed,In due time by PuzzledHeartBox
Such luxury, wealth can afford.
Tho by proxy it does fret,
Like serpent in basket sent.
I reckon 'pon many a year or so, not for long.
This too shall fade as if near oblivion.
Aye, with succulent lips it does beckon.
Closer, a plea, a message. Still unwritten.
Lost forlorn 'pon highest of noon, and lowest of morn.
Ah, happy thoughts, birthed from barren womb and woman scorn.
...I choked back tears today
'Cause I can't begin to say
How much you've shaped this boy
These last ten years or more...
Your personality type: “The Architect” (INTJ-T)|
Strength of individual traits: Introverted: 53%, Intuitive: 36%, Thinking: 93%, Judging: 55%, Turbulent: 22%.
Strategy: Constant Improvement
Residence : Bruges
Marital state : Single
Languages : Dutch(Native speaker), English, French, German(with notes..)
The former Forum Pimp
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
*There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.