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She always felt a split-second behind her own body, as if her movements belonged to someone else and she was just watching them arrive. Under the gaze of others, the lag narrowed.
The stalker behind me. Is freaking me out. Run to the sun. Will he go, well I doubt. Run to the light. He keeps getting taller. As the sun reaches noon. He has become smaller. The moonlight comes up.
A thousand distorted voices Trapped behind the glass. Taking a moment to fleet, Letting the pain pass. A thousand distorted voices Shouting to me as one.
It started fine. But slowly it was changing. From a dream. To a nightmare. This cant be happenig. I need to wake up. But i realize. Im not dreaming. This is reality. My reality. And its changing.
#FridayFun. It slides close to me, a chill wraps up my spine. A ghostly presence haunting me, clawing at my mind. It steps into my skin, looks out through my eyes.
#acrostic. "[H] ere you go" said the man, as he passed me on the street. "[O] h" I said as the man walked on, I looked down at the sheet. [R] eading the piece of paper, my face contorts in fear.
Mystic rivers in the ether regions You avoid, you try to avoid... Some say the sirens of The streams Entices you in false dreams; Realities blurred, out of focus.
I want someone close, To rip me apart piece by piece. Until there's nearly nothing left- I need someone, to carry out this task.
[L] ost in the strange wilderness, I'm really quite terrified. [E] very time I go read his mind, he gets inside of mine.
A slight ticking From the clock in the back A horrid silence It sounds to thick I walk along the floor Barefoot in the midst Is something greater. That I have yet to miss.
It stank of all things putrid; life, decaying. My sunken feet disintegrating in gluke -their deafening vile life forms gnawing into flesh, hammering away.
Hello my name is Loss, and I bend backs, and snap necks, and dance between the fingertips of dead bodies.
"The crack seems bigger..." I flick the light on and my eyes ache but I tell myself over and over again. It's the same every night.
(Possibly hitting the lower end of 16+ please read with caution -or not at all.) ---- Go ahead and make my day Take your pitiless heart and stray.
Every step I take closer, a step too far, I know. Each step, a death sentence, each stop, claws at my soul. The call, your voice, alluring. That call -whimpers in my core.
A shard of a mirror, A piece of a glass, A reflective, smooth surface, I pray this will last. A pale face inside it, The eyes, empty pits, The shadow reflected, Just quietly sits.
Who turned out the lights. It's too early to be night. The clock has just stuck three, It's afternoon by me. Where did everyone go. This room has lost its glow.
Trees bare of life, just silhouettes of branches, lost in the gray, pondering whether to stay. This time of year always leaves me depressed, feelings of inadequacy, I try to keep repressed.
Chronicide;. Killing time with evil eyes. And fingers made from seconds past,. Hands sucking minutes from my life,. Face white and drained, cannot rewind,. To memories of the early hours.
I never asked to live for ever, Never wanted this. All I took was a look at him, And fate did seal this kiss. I never wanted immortal life, Never wished for this.
The winter nights are here And the moon is cold and grey. It smiles down mirthlessly As night turns into day. The snowflakes race around, The dance and play and skip.
C H I L L S. nip at your bones they do. C H I L L S. your body trembles and shivers too. C H I L L S. thoughts creep into your mind. C H I L L S. you always wish you could just rewind. C H I L L S.
The world contracting. No; more imploding. Not just the world but the universe; existence.
She sat on the ledge. It was truly a beautiful city. Elder trees lined up, exactly and precisely where they needed to be. Pigeons took turns perching on their branches.