I foretold the coming doom...
Shadows creeping from the tomb...
Demons killing in the gloom...
All will pass at wilt of bloom...
Anxiety/I'm sorryShe is stressed.Anxiety/I'm sorry by Doomsday-Prophyt
I am stressed.
She can cope.
I have no coping mechanisms in place, because anxiety is new.
She yelled at me, insinuated I don't love her.
I know these feelings aren't normal; you don't have to tell me.
I know I need to get help for myself; you don't have to tell me.
I walk around the house, a shell of myself.
No one here to bear witness to my emptiness.
I fight off the tears, taking every ounce of my will.
Men aren't supposed to cry.
I know I smile and make others laugh; you don't have to remind me.
I know I've disappointed you before; you don't have to remind me.
I've cancelled something I normally enjoy, because the anxiety is too much.
The other express concern, but all I can say is I'm sorting things out.
My head hangs low and I sit in the car, unwilling to move.
Cat-venturers Part TwoCaduceus and Obsidian soon arrived in the Nobles' District to retrieve Obsidian's supplies from his hiding place. Caduceus slowed to a stop and shook some moisture from his forepaws. "All right, Ob. Where did you hide your supplies?"Cat-venturers Part Two by Doomsday-Prophyt
"This way, sirrr," he replied, taking the lead.
Obsidian led Caduceus down an alleyway to a small sewer grate set in the stones. "I hid them herrre, sirrr," he said, pulling himself onto his back paws and grasping the grate to lift it. After a few moments struggling, he turned to Caduceus for help.
Caduceus also set up on his back paws before walking over to grasp the grate in his forepaws. "When did you hide these?" he asked, tugging on the iron with Obsidian.
"This morrrning, beffforrre going back home."
"Caduceus nodded. "The metal must have expanded from the heat of the day." With a final tug, the iron popped loose. Obsidian reached into a small alcove underneath the lip of the hole. "This is a good hiding spot," Caduceus continued. "But I see what you
Cat-venturers Part OneWith a start, the old man awoke. Outside his little cottage in the Commoner's District, the sun slowly sank below the walls of the town. As the days of summer cooled and shortened into fall and winter, he was feeling more and more tired. He has intended to only take a short nap after supper, but by the fading light, he knew it had gone too long, and yet he was still very much tired.Cat-venturers Part One by Doomsday-Prophyt
On his lap, two bright blue eyes and a yawning pink mouth told him that his little cat could understand how he felt. He caressed the creature's fur with a withered, calloused hand. "Time for bed, eh, Caduceus?"
The mostly sand colored cat licked his nose and blinked lazily. The old man chuckled. "Well...bed for me at any rate, my little companion." He gently shooed the cat from his lap and struggled to get out of the old wooden rocker. Quickly, before all natural light disappeared from the cottage, he lit a short candle of animal fat with flint and rock.
He turned to go into his tiny bedroom, the only room
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