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Tonight the spell screams within, She's come to me again, But tonight she feels like clinging on, And I've given up trying to give in. She whispers in my ear, Breathes heavily down my neck..
#2 'I just don't get it, you drive by and everyone thinks this town looks beautiful, thats why we moved here' 'I know Lexi thats the point, you move here and you are trapped, they don't let you back...
She liked him a lot. He was quite fantastic. He wanted to cook a meal for her at her place. He asked her all the time where to find the things he needed to cook the dish.
Cracks of moonlight illuminating bruised skin and flesh so polluted it's cast in hues of purple and grey. In the nighttime there's not a whisper. Only silence fills this house.
(not nearly finished yet) Chapter one: Are you scared. She was sat there. Covered in blood. Crying. I didn't know what to do. She was helpless and well, I wasn't very helpful.
A soft warm lull hung over the air, much like sent of the dewy woodland trees that surrounded him. Taking a quick glance to the west, he noted the setting sun. His next, would have to be his last.
I am pale, paler than you thought I would be... I am young, youth eternal flows within me. I lunge. You jerk away, eyes wide with panic. I strike!. Your body a machine and I, The Mechanic. The Pain.
Fear fills the silence. And silence fuels the fear. The silence tricks your mind. Into seeing things that are not there. If you'd heard what I've heard. You'd never turn off the light.
Times dripping. the drill is in my head. Closed eyes darkness leading winding to dread. Hearts bearing showing through. Like a glass cutlet all the way through. Glow how your eyes grow.
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Death, looming, the ominous sight,. Howling screams all through the night,. Shouting, searching, calling my name,. But I shall not play death's twisted game,. Hooded figure, pure darkness, cloaked,.
I'm talking to you Though you don't Hear my voice I am speaking So don't think You have a choice Do you think You really own What's in your head.
I tell myself, This is all a dream. Try to choke back, Another scream. It seems I've died, And gone to hell, Into your trap I have fell. Twisted mind games, You play with me.
I can pretend while the sun is high. But i can't lie...beneath the moon. I'm "okay" in the hours light. Quiet darkness...brings my doom. It's in the night that it finds me.
This one is a bit dark... Oh ye desolate streets of a darkened night, Feel the beat of my feet, serene on this night.
it took 4 days to walk to Place Of Souls.... I stood there watching... I counted 4 souls... They looked so empty... Blackness.... No tears.... No sound... No expression on those cloudy faces....
I know the storm took place.... Please believe me.... I need you to believe me on this.... If it comes back.... I cannot outrun it... The speed of it is amazing...
The darkness descended, A quilt of black, Flung over the forest, And that decrepit shack. The night was silent, As the stranger rose, Softly waking the dwarves, The assassins he chose.
Walking blind. No knowledge of where. Speaking deaf. No knowledge of tears. Walking blind. No knowledge of what creeps. Speaking deaf. No knowledge of beeps. Walking blind. No knowledge of fear.
Ultraviolet lullaby Screaming in my broken mind Ultraviolet bullet holes Tearing through my broken soul Little Johnny had to cry Purple teardrops in his eye King of England stole his crown Now he's...
A skinny finger without flesh,. Tears through my weak skin,. And while this a quiet rest,. Should come right in,. I guess I'm going crazy,. Day after insane day,. I'm seeing a bone tree,.
After a few days I git back to the mysterious stranger that had sent me the email. All I asked was who he was. He then told me that his name was Octavius.
#emotion#fear My heart beats faster My tummy takes a tumble This is no time for laughter My minds all in a fumble Thoughts go into overdrive I'm home alone, oh why.
A heartless evil reigns behind your eyes. A cold, black pool of tar, oil; seeping into everything you touch.