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Blue. Shiver. Blood of ice. Cold. Wither. Half as nice. Hair. Deathly. White as snow. Blade. Panic. Breathe in slow. Eyes. Crystal. Filled with hate. Scream. Protest. All too late. Knife. Cutting.
Offer me your flesh to rip and tear. Subjugate free will and crawl to my lair. Think of me while you offer your prayer. Willingly walk to me and beyond despair.
Carved deep in the rocks out by the sea, Silver rain bleeds down the cement walls, Air thick & musty from the tears they bleed, darkening the sun & killing the trees, Spirits manifest a lost...
This massive empty house So quite like a mouse Felt I needed to double check the doors Not got to the extremes of checking under the floors Double bolts Walking upstairs I stop and halt Did I turn...
Shattered dreams lay discarded and broken. Nightmares sheathing in dark thick black clouds curling into the mind. Terror like a haze manipulating the soul, blackening the heart.
Sweat is beading on my brow, I wish that I would wake up now. I'm running from a violent thought, My rapid panting growing short. It's time to wake up, yet I can't, My body's telling me that it...
Vines & rope under your skin,. Grinding teeth, sanity wearing thin,. Masking a dark charade,. Dancing through lights &. A liars masquerade,. A veil & no face,. Beneath the satin lace,.
The little girl In the red hood Beware the wolf As you do your good She ventured far Alone and distracted Realized she was lost But he was attracted...
Their smiling faces flash before my dying eyes. Tears fall in diamond drops down my icy flesh. Emotion rocks my exhausted weak body. The dim streetlamp lights the cobbled street.
#nightdwellers Crystal clear, unblinking eyes, A melting heart, once wrought with lies, A silver ocean, midnight fish, Go tell the daemon, what's your wish.
Darkness all around me, Isolated in the black, A monster in the shadows, Eyes staring at my back.
#household @sjw Lights on. I can barely see. Distance growing farther. Seems endless to me. Lights off. Don't know where I am. I've never felt so vulnerable. Almost like a newborn lamb. Lights on.
#youngwritershousehold It felt like someone was pressing on my lungs, tightening them, trying to make it impossible for me to breathe.
I've been in this place a year, A year and a day, Waiting for someone to help me, To save me.
Beautiful and calm, Swings a necklace of rope. A cavity beneath, Ending of hope. A loop for your head to fit, And tighten if to small. A crowd to approve of, With your name to call.
#household Flick flick The light Is on Flick flick It is Upon Spark spark In the Blue Spark spark It's up To you The lamp is on in the dark of the night Turn it off we don't need a light Creak...
When you're laid in bed at night, Tucked under the covers nice and tight, You forget about the things out there; Falling asleep without a care.
Darkness, And frost bite, Bind as one, Ice & forever night. Below the sun. Silence written in silk, Numb and compromising with death. A lip sealed deal.
I can hear the echoes, Bouncing off the walls. They come right back to me. With their intimidating calls. I'm alone in here. It used to make me cry. But now I just don't care.
#nightdwellers A coldness creeps over the skin the clock chimes, it wakes the dead. The witching hour begins, and souls taken from their sleepy beds. Ten, Eleven, Twelve...
When I awoke, the green digital clock beside me displayed 00:00. It was exactly midnight. Midnight is sleep time, I told myself, as I drifted of back to sleep, unaware of my unfamiliar surroundings.
The little girl. With eager blue eyes. Hands so pale. And soft as the skies. Smile sweetly. Innocent and true. The most peculiar feeling. Drips over you. Take her hand. Lead into her lair.
My dad groaned and pulled himself out of his chair. That was the moment I remembered my lunch ( exactly after his groan ).
His eyes are ruined. Bloodshot, strained, unfocused. They have forgotten all colours. All colours bar orange. The never ending orange. His chest heaves with the effort of moving. His lungs creak.