The Liburnians (or Liburni, Greek: Λιβυρνοί) were an ancient tribe, possibly Illyrian, inhabiting the district called Liburnia, a coastal region of the northeastern Adriatic between the rivers Arsia (Raša) and Titius (Krka) in what is now Croatia.
The first account of the Liburni comes from Periplus or Coastal passage, an ancient Greek text of the mid 4th century BC.
The fall of Liburnian domination in the Adriatic Sea and their final retreat to their ethnic region (Liburnia) were caused by the military and political activities of Dionysius the Elder of Syracuse (406 – 367 BC). The imperial power base of this Syracusan tyrant stemmed from a huge naval fleet of 300 tetreras and penteras. After he ended Carthaginian authority in Sicily, he turned against the Etruscans. He made use of the Celtic invasion of Italy, and the Celts became his allies in the Italian peninsula (386 - 385 BC). This alliance was crucial for his politics, then focusing on the Adriatic Sea, where the Liburnians still dominated. In light of this strategy, he established a few Syracusan colonies on the coasts of the Adriatic Sea: Adria at the mouth of Po river and Ancona at the western Adriatic coast, Issa on the outermost island of the central Adriatic archipelago (island of Vis) and others. Meanwhile in 385-384 BC he helped colonists from the Greek island of Paros to establish Pharos (Starigrad) colony on the Liburnian island of Hvar, thus taking control of the important points and navigable routes in the southern, central and northern Adriatic.
Mental paper cut
These scissors to cut, this paper, into my skin, cut to my blood, I can't feel myself---- within.
This feeling, unstoppable, the strain is incomparable, my chest blows a bubble,
I thought that bind time it'd go away
This mental paper cut
That I can't, control
The feeling
Soothes me
But same time
Kills me within-
I don't know what to feel anymore
This pain awakes a memory so sore
My skin tingles---
Now that time's gone by
My pain is worse
There's got to b something I haven't tried
When I close my eyes
I feel my part of life
It just won't die
A sword goes in
My memory goes out
All I am now is a cell of, meat and bones