Breaking Out.

Breaking Out.

Breaking out after years spent in these dark corridors We made sure to cause a commotion because we refuse to escape silently

Defiantly rebelling against those who stole our light High as hell, we knew well enough that our time was coming

We paid our dues and sacrificed a life so true when we existed in the basement where we were forced to comply and our dreams were made to die

All our perfect hues turned to gloom as our lives were depleted of any meaning Who we were meant to be went to die by cause of false character building

But now, we have escaped from the only place we know, opening the doors they kept locked and closed Finally seeing the light we imagined the world outside to be, we ran out of the dark we were enclosed within

We think we are free, but the world outside is unknown to us and despite breaking out, we still exist in the Midnight Valley finally being revealed to our hopeful eyes that have been constantly deceived

We may be many things but we are not yet free

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Blue Serenity: Phase 0 Pure Life; Conditioned Into Darkness #8

written by Dan Roberts

Detention.

My friends are in the corridor while I am trapped inside a room with the elders who think they possess the power to groom each and every thought that stimulates my cloudy brain They all look down upon me as though I am the one to blame You would not know that I have been trying my very best for this environment we are trapped within is one I completely detest How could we possibly succeed playing their holy games when every single one of their sins burns like the hottest flame?

Lately, I have not been able to ever get my own way in the midst of the terror that has turned my world grey I expressed all the contents that have lead me into hysterics hoping my honesty would help but instead, they chose to barrack

There is something deeply wrong with you, they said We must convert you so you do not wind up dead They punished me for simply breathing, forcing dreadful pills down my throat We have saved his dark soul, they proudly gloat

I was excused from the room where I proceeded to get high, hoping to numb myself, forgetting their kindly-veiled lies They could never care about me even if they dare tried because even the best of intentions tend to be swallowed by the ego of those who feel they have done things right They named themselves the saviours of my tumultuous fight But the war I reside within will never be their victory to claim for every time I tried to scream aloud, they peered the other way

The next day, I returned to the same old detention room It is the space that carries all my impending dooms Things were back to normal as though nothing was ever amiss That is how I know they do not care if I cease to exist I leave my body, searching for life outside these dirty walls, wondering how far I could go if I could indeed have it all I sit very quietly, impatient for the clock to strike noon, praying all this destruction will be over soon

but my cycle of punishment always continues

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Blue Serenity: Phase 0 Pure Life; Conditioned Into Darkness #7

written by Dan Roberts

Pure Life; Conditioned Into Darkness (2/2)

Trapped.

Welcome to the land of opportunity It sure is a sad tale to tell; the endless stories of how we all fell Let down by the forces who reined in superiority, we perished beneath the flames, locked away for simply breathing as the beings we were always meant to be

We are locked down for ages with all our pretty faces barricaded in dimmed corridors of expectations, harming our non-existent foundations We are left defenseless under this chaotic order where nobody asked to stand upon the precipice of the only life we have ever known to be true

We are trapped in a globe that once shined with youth but has grown old and corrupted too Is there anywhere else that we can be? Siblings sold their souls and destroyed their inner truth If it has not yet, it will happen to you soon

Pure bright energy locked in a black hole for eternity

We are all trapped for what feels like forever

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Blue Serenity: Phase 0 Pure Life; Conditioned Into Darkness #1

written by Dan Roberts

Flower.

I am a delicate flower that blooms in bright colours and wilts as the time goes by because nothing lasts forever and despite all my potential beauty, I always rest in dark by the night

I cannot seem to handle real life and tend to do anything to simulate being alive because I am a man inside his feelings not aware of the way he should be living, rolling with the punches day by day

I never speak to others for it is all too hard I long to share my interests and dreams so they can see the cool sides of me but all that I do is fail because I get tongue-tied and quiet I really want to be the man I know that I can be instead of the actor crying in between the scenes

When I do not thrive in the natural ways, I water myself differently

I get high and I drink Frankly, I will do anything to avoid thinking Perhaps this is the way I have always been though I wish that was not true at all

But despite the darkness I know to be alive and true, I understand that I want to change for I do not want to be the same as the boy I was just yesterday What can I do to make it all go away?

Today, I pray that one day this will never be the same I am going to let it all pour away and hope to see paradise after the rain

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Blue Serenity: Phase 1 Hollow Nights Under Starry Skies #2

written by Dan Roberts

Prologue

Deep in the darkest point of the Midnight Valley existed a facility with a purpose of despicable evil. A place ruled by once innocent creatures who had been mind controlled into absolute obstruction, re-enacting the lessons they believed to be true.

We were pure lights filled with endless possibilities that had the power to cure the world of its anomalies. But those in power would not tolerate such good deeds and instead chose to lock us under the rules they declared, with chaos hovering over us in intimidation. Under such cruel management dictating who we were destined to be and surrounded by dark corridors with windows consistently blacked out, we often dreamed of the possibilities outside of the realities assigned to us. This was outlawed and the longer we stayed, the sooner we would succumb to believing the lies being fed to us by those with intentions misaligned.

We prayed to open the doors and be acquainted with the outside world, free of all the dark control that consistently rendered us motionless. But sometimes you must be careful what you wish for when every door leads to a new nightmare unfolded.

Pure Life; Conditioned Into Darkness

written by Dan Roberts