Change

The change was slow, menacing
at first but it just went on
till it couldn't be stopped.
Things were set in place,
that never should've been
Now things just blow upright in my face.

On my knees
like some kind of dog,
On my hands
I can't see your face
it's hidden, in a fog.

Creeping along,
a dark stalker in the night,
it was bound to happen,
and cause severe blight
to what could've been
something so right.

Your change is something
that I always feared to be true.
But now that it's here,
there's nothing I can do.

Nothing I can do to save you,
but..you don't want to be saved.
Because..life's too good right now.
Too good for..this sole soul you have touched.

Notice

So basically, for right now, I'm just taking the previous piece I wrote and adding the new piece to it, sort of a way to keep it all together for when I want to print it or whatever.

Continuing that random idea.

The boy looked up slowly, deciding to no longer to bury his face in his knees, his muddy clothes clung to his skin uncomfortably. Around him there was nothing but pure destruction, he had to quickly decide his next move quickly because they'd be back and more aggressive this time. He had to run.
While walking slowly out of the ruins of his village, bodies and ashes covering the dirt floor, he had to avoid stepping on people he knew, he couldn't help but think about how rapidly they came, how they swooped down from the skies and then..the ripping and tearing of flesh, the spilling of blood and then the burning of buildings, oh, how horrible it was, but he was a strong lad, stronger than most, in fact, he wasn't even in the village when it happened, or surely he would've been dead alongside his family, it all seemed like a dream to him, the fact that something that bad could happen to him. Rather unnatural.

Update for 2010 (Hellz Yea)

So..I got a new template, it's nothing that special but it's a step away from the drab that the black carried and I'm trying harder to actually POST something here...(believe it or not, I came up with that "preview" on the spot)

Random Idea

The boy looked up slowly, deciding to no longer to bury his face in his knees, his muddy clothes clung to his skin uncomfortably, around him there was nothing but pure destruction, he had to quickly decide his next move quickly because they'd be back and more aggressive this time. He had to run.