The Beast Inside
I very rarly do this. Tap into one of my schizophrenic sides that is.
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I very rarly do this. Tap into one of my schizophrenic sides that is.
*chapter 1* "Doomed, doomed, doomed, doomed," some one whispered. Only I could her. "Leave me alone," I would scream, but people just think I'm mad.
-So you love me, do you. Anna said with a happy laugh. -No I don't know you ,I never seen you before so how do you want me to love you, you syncopate. -that wasn't nice say, Henry. -I'm not Henry!!.
Chapter 2 The only attempt at a beginning which I can pinpoint was in 1926.
I can't chance it. I've held him back this long, nothing must get in the way. No matter what happens. If he were to get out... Well I can't even imagine.
I hid in the back corner of the empty, dusted room, hiding from reality. The viscous, angry world waited for me behind the door I stared at.
#beginningline. #nightdwellers. The door closed with a creak,. And clicked shut behind me,. Left alone in a room,. To deal with insanity,. Strapped and bound,. By a straight jacket,.
#acrostic #somethingdifferent .......................Diary.......................
Of ragged dresses draped in white, And bloodstained sun that soaks the night, Could any tale be quite not right As Poor Mad Lady Aceline.
Creepy crawlies everywhere. There on my skin and in my hair. I know that you can't see them there. But they're there I tell you, they're there I swear. There's eyes that watch me late at night.
All is hauntingly still. If there is one thing that I fear most, it is this. Not the night, death or evil. Not blood, chaos or monsters. No, what I fear most, is this. I fear the silence.
I was really screwed up now. Everywhere I looked, there where psychadelic colours and strange shapes all over. The strange world had invaded my home. I panicked, and started hyperventillating.
It took me a while to find that door again. It always does. Then came the usual tea party, me getting killed, and the whole place being sucked away. Right on schedule.
It was happening again. I could feel myself being pulled into that other dimension. It was terrifying. Every single time I went there, bad things happened. Really bad things. But here it comes...
Around me. Circling. Like knives. Twisting. Laughter in cruelty. Grinning. They are so joyful in their malice. My punishers. My liberators. Singing. I am surrounded.
They can't control me, They said that they would, They said it'd help, Help like nobody could, But I've solved the problem, Figured out the clue, Now nobody can put me back, Not even you, You sit...
The lady in blue- Will she come today. Will she come tomorrow. Who knows the next tea time.
When the stars align And the churchbells chime She'll flee with her red hair flowing Fighting against the wailing wind blowing To escape the monsters stalking her on the moor.
The sickness crept in. Into my mind so cold. It lay dormant and still. Taking an invisible hold. It remained stagnant. I was unaware of it's grasp. Until it was too late. I panic and gasp.
By Gemma Doyle. Edward Funsch had no idea what was wrong with him.
It's all in my head they said But they don't see What I see Hidden in the dark The shadows hate me mother The dark is dragging me down I see the eyes The eyes that followed me home It's in the...
I opened my eyes and looked around the tiny room I was in. I don't remember how I got there. The room had padded walls (like you would find in a asylum) with a concrete floor.
#emotion #insanity In the bread box lies my mind, With all the things I've left behind, From all the days of lustrous rain, I've drained my thoughts, become insane.
Amethyst eyes. filled in ink,. Sketched against. white rooms,. Sound proof. with barred windows,. Keeping in the. ghosts shadows,. In a straightjacket. of paper,. Stitched together. by words,.