The Killers My Own Soul's Warning Lyrics Novels & Stories

“Protect the identity of who sent you, and I’ll let you bleed out, throat open, eyes wide, heart praying to a god who doesn’t answer killers.” “Or crawl out alive from the box they put you in.” I paused, letting the words sink in. “One chance. The door’s closing fast.” His breath was shallow; fear no longer flooded his face, but he was contemplating it. If he didn’t get help, he would bleed out anytime soon. My knife pressed against my side, flexing. I stared into his soul. “Who sent you?”

My voice slowly rose with each word. “I don’t have a fucking soul anymore, and the sooner you all realize it, the better off you will be. The better off you all will be. I do not ask you to care. I do not ask you to do anything but help protect our pack's future and ensure that no one you care about falls into the hands of a hunter or has the claws of addiction pull them into the shadows.” I turned back to the window.

He lacked inner peace. He inhaled the vinous smoke as the corner of his lips twitched in a sad smile. His eyes deceived him being moist and a lone tear slipped down his face on the sand. The sand sucked the water as soon as it fell on it, and he wondered if his pain disappeared in thin air like that. He breathed out a puff of smoke through his nose and mouth. Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?"

But I would question that later. “I won’t give up or run. Can you feel my shadows creeping up on you? You don’t belong here, get out. Your last breath comes today! Then it’s burned into your soul, you’ll die every time you close your eyes. There’s never peace! Take this back, leave us now! Take yourself away while you’re still alive! The only way you will survive is if I die. Soon you’re the one who’s drowning in your regrets. You are lost and you’ll never find your home.”

Allison. Guilt washes over me. I was so preoccupied that I didn’t even think about her all day. It wouldn’t be fair to her. She needs to be remembered how I saw her when we were dancing. She needs to be remembered by me every day for the rest of my life. It was the only way it would be fair. She needs to stay alive in my suffering. “We can go to sleep and when we wake up, we can eat breakfast while receiving the news of our death sentence.”

I squinted my eyes in confusion, trying to make out the faces of everyone around me, who seemed both familiar and distant at the same time. Slowly, like a badly filmed movie, their faces became clearer, at the same time as the words they were chanting became much more clear. “Kill her!” “Kill the traitor!” “Burn her at the stakes!” The more the words echoed, the more the fog of confusion covering my mind cleared up. Their words and everything became painfully familiar–I was right back at the same night I was killed. “Keira Longhart,” a familiar voice called out coldly. Keira? Did they just call me Keira?

Aunt Kathy calls it Inner Voice but I call it The Devil. ‘*You did. You are a little killer.*’ ‘I didn't kill Mama. I didn't kill mama.’ ‘*You killed her.*’ Drip. Drip. ‘Stop it.’ ‘Please stop. I didn't kill mama.’ ******** My eyes snap open, accompanied by a painful throb on the side of my head. My eyes dims slightly when the harsh rays of light streams into them. They slowly adjust to the bright light and I become aware of my surroundings.

she pulls my head back up "I'm-I'm not sad," I tell her surprised by my mind and feelings, "At all," I add "Well you never actually feel pain," she says "That's a condition, Mika. I feel emotional pain, or I was supposed to," My eyebrows furrow, "I saw him," I whispered "You saw him? Saw who?" She asks "Ha-Death I mean," I tell her turning to face her "You saw him?" She questioned as shock crossed her face, "I knew you were special," she whispers

blue soul:- it all in your hand, it your life do what you want, your life has only your control, even I can't control your life either god, I believe in you master you will find a right answer for you, I sould sleep now, don't let it overtake your soul, because if your soul hurt than it may cause bad effect on me too. ariel trying to sleep but he starts singing a song, if you just see through my soul, I wonder what will you find, I want to become glass so you can see what I am made of. what you see, my beating heart or pain and suffering. I might be cold to you but I can't see your hope wasted in vain. whenever I gain memories, I still think it is not enough, for you and me I want to become

But one word stood above all the noise. Killer. It echoed in my head, loud and unforgiving before the images came afterwards. My sisters. Their bodies. Lifeless. Dead. My doing. Their eyes, cold and accusing, staring straight at me like they knew. Like they were blaming me. My breath hitched. I was a killer. “No…” I whispered, shaking my head as I stumbled forward, my steps far from stable, my vision blurred. Everywhere I turned, I ran into another wall, another closed path. Panic clawed its way up my throat, tightening with every second.