[Lost_myth]

S4H and I were chatting and all of a sudden I just starting typing some stuff that came to my mind. Check out this rare form!

Chocobo myth: slowly time stops
SW0RD 4 HIRE: yes it does
Chocobo myth: stuck in a lasting moment
Chocobo myth: Everlasting fear of betrayal
Chocobo myth: Music makes you think
SW0RD 4 HIRE: everlasting fear of hostility from the maker of our precious lives
Chocobo myth: of the life u want
Chocobo myth: huh
SW0RD 4 HIRE: or the thoughts u desire when dreaming an endless dream
Chocobo myth: wow
Chocobo myth: yea
Chocobo myth: the never ceases to end, replaying ever waking moment in ur head
Chocobo myth: *that
SW0RD 4 HIRE: an immortal sense of solitude that is violently awoken by the world
Chocobo myth: A world so cruel full of spite but yet the most wonderful thing
Chocobo myth: that you ever seen by the early morning sun rise
SW0RD 4 HIRE: a sun rise that is painted with false hope for the day...because eventually the darkness will come...and ur minute of light will have long been diceased
Chocobo myth: but a minute worth living, it can be immortalized in your memory. Yet no matter the darkness because piercing through it will be the sun's reflection on the moon.
SW0RD 4 HIRE: a greeting reflection that that reminds us the light that will soon again awaken onto the sin of the lan...cleansing it of the demons that the darkness we here inhabit had created
Chocobo myth: Lerks in the shadow of our imagination... Faith withering like a sweet rose. dream a sweet dream but live in a nightmare, the nightmare of the sky.
SW0RD 4 HIRE: of the sky...of the stars...of the moon that bears the mark of hope...but hope has long since passed and has yet to return, the sweet rose that lies within all of us cannot take the harsh realities of the darkness anymore...it cannot withstand the freezing sensation of being alone in our own void of thoughts and dreams...it cannot survive the demons within us all, it is inevitable that our rose will wilt...
Chocobo myth: Wilt as fast as our race will desintagrate into the graves... of misery and agony. As the demons wonder the unholy hour to create atrocities. Force the cages to rise around us... nothing left to save us. For it is only possible to save ourselves. The magma will rise... all is lost
Chocobo myth: even time it self
SW0RD 4 HIRE: and while all this ensues...and the once magnifigant splendor of the earth's beauty is shattered by the demons that we have created within ourselves...the sun will still shine bright...the moon will still reflect its mighty luster upon us...and the stars will continue greet any who wish to view upon them...as our world vanishes into the wind...all is unchanged for we are our own enemies, we are the ones who are killing ourselves...we are the ones who r throwing our own souls into the wind...not them