Clockwork DreamworldI look outside my shattered window. Waiting in my chamber of sleep.
I chose the man in the willow ,my soul was dismembered, I turn around, I've gone too deep.
The more I look at what fate remembers the more the pains do care to heap.
For I too was once rapped in ember. I had no choice to give my mind instead of keep.
Please don't say I have no conscious, for I had only forgotten what's real.
To see you peak from the steam behind me, thy crippling face must be revealed.
You stole my voice from stabbing hatred. Collecting clocks, I had to do.
For I rather be in one place going nowhere, than to stay locked in this dream world forever with you.
Nala Lives!I pick up my staff, crawl towards the exit of the chambers and finally escape. I take a large gasp for air. "Jorg!" I call in a raspy stupor from the smoke in the chambers. "Jorg, where are you!?", I tried to cry loudly, still coughing but the pain from my chest is starting to ease. Even though the pain from my chest is gone, I start to feel tired, my eyes start to close like I had been knocked cold. I want to awaken but I find that I'm paralyzed, unable to move my arms or legs, trying to open my eyes but being unable. Worries are rushing through my mind.
I have no other choice but to lie there, hopeless, which is a feeling I loathe the most. I have too much pride to be or feel weak, I like to handle things on my own.
I start to hear footsteps, one after another. Who's footsteps could they be?, I felt little hands start to grab me from all around. I automatically rush to assume that they are small trolls planning to skin and eat me. They might get poisoned, depending on what that gas w