Wounded Third Eye Blind Lyrics Novels & Stories

Cora could never be ugly, much less an abomination. "Oh my God, did you just refer to me as a whore?" Her laughter rumbled through the line. "I said toad! Okay, poor choice of words. Now that I think about it, it didn't make any sense anyhow." "Thanks, I'll call you the next time I'm feeling particularly heinous, and you can talk me off the ledge." "I'll sing for you." Third Eye Blind instantly came to mind, and I grinned at the high school memories and times I'd listen to that album on basketball trips. "I wish you would step back from that ledge my friend." I was tone deaf and had massacred that one line.

He gently cupped my face again, his thumb softly brushing beneath my eyes to wipe away the tears I hadn’t realized were there until now. “You don’t understand,” he said, pain threading through his voice. “If you stay here much longer—” The blade drove deeper. White-hot agony exploded behind my eyes, tearing a scream from my chest. The world fractured, light splintering into nothingness. Eryx’s arms slipped from me as the pain surged. “Remember this,” he whispered urgently. “If anyone tells you I’m your weakness—they’re lying. You are my restraint.” The pain behind my eyes surged again, sharp and merciless.

Not a question. "I don't know what—" "Fire escape." She tapped the glass. "Third rung squeaks. I reported it last month. Maintenance hasn't come." She turned. Sunglasses off. Gray eyes. Clear. Focused. *Seeing me.* "I've been blind for three months, Yan. Cornea transplant. Sixteen years of darkness, and now I see everything." She stepped closer. "Including you. Standing there. Pretending." I stood. "Why?" "Why what?"

Chapter 10 “This is the last time I’m asking you this, put my name at the top of your list. This is the last time I’m asking you why, you break my heart in the blink of an eye,” - The Last Time by Taylor Swift ft. Gary Lightbody I was completely and utterly paralyzed and numb. Everything was bright, I could see a blinding light flaring onto my closed eyelids. I heard a soft and soothing whisper in my mind, it made my muscles relax. I tried to answer back but couldn't, I was paralyzed but I tried. There was an internal obligation for me to answer that soothing voice. “Yeah?” I said in a hoarse voice, my tongue and throat seizing up from dryness. I tried to open my eyes but they wouldn’t budge

"Save your eyes From your tears When everything's unclear You'll be safe here From the sheer weight Of your doubts and fears Wounded heart When the light disappears And when this world's insincere You'll be safe here When nobody hears you scream I'll scream with you You'll be safe here In my arms Through the long cold night Sleep tight You'll be safe here When no one understands I'll believe You'll be safe, You'll be safe You'll be safe here Put your heart in my hands You'll be safe here..." It was just right that when she finally stepped out of the shower, the son ended. From the sheer weight Of your doubts and fears Wounded heart When the light disappears And when this world's insincere Yo

I say, my voice cracking with the weight of the confession. "What are you talking about, Angel? Whatever it is, it can wait until after. We are getting married now." He says as he walks towards me and takes my hands. "No, it can't. It can't wait." I whisper, feeling the tears I’ve held back for so long begin to sting my eyes. I gather every ounce of courage I have, lifting my chin and locking my gaze with his, something I’ve never been able to do before. "Christian..." I pause, the words lodging in my throat, heavy and suffocating. A tear escapes, trailing down my cheek as I continue, my voice breaking. "I... I’m not blind."

The powder stung my eyes, burning them. Another sharp stab was accompanied by the heat of the silver. *Help* I cried out through the link. With my eyes blinded, I couldn’t see the next attack and felt the cool blade pierce through my skin, low on my back. I lashed out, trying to inflict any damage I could on the assailants. Fuck, I thought. I was handicapped. In the background, the sounds of Arcas’ and Orion’s beast tearing at each other apart reached my ears. I rubbed my eyes, my vision blurry but my eyes were healing and I could make out the shape of a large shifter, with white hair and violet eyes.

One burned black, shadow flames searing with Lucian’s fire. And the third… the third burned with blood-red light, an eclipse flame, neither shadow nor light but something older, more primal. It hovered in the air, pulsing like a heartbeat. The ground beneath them cracked open, and from deep below came a sound like chains breaking. A new voice rolled across the battlefield, deeper than thunder, colder than death. "At last… she has opened the Third Path." --- Serena staggered back, shadows and blood dripping from her hands. The wolves around her trembled, eyes wide with terror.

The same woman spoke again, and then I felt someone lifted me in their arms, and we started moving. I open my eyes to see where we are heading, but I still see darkness. What happening? Why cannot see anything? Did I lose my sight? A tear rolled down my face. I'm blind, maybe because of too many wolfbanes in my bloodstream. They don't harm my eyes, and they make sure to hit the part where no damage is left after my lycan healed it. They only hit me on my behind, always just to punish me but not to kill me. They don't want to kill me because they need me alive. After a few minutes, I shivered when the person holding me set me on the cold floor.