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The turquoise ocean crashing beyond her eyes. The tangerine sunset waiting to arise. The warm yellow sun, impossible to despise, she was out of her hell, and into paridise.
Do my eyes sleep and coax my mind fabricate new worlds when they are blind, are these dreams not what they seem a hidden codex message or jumbled daily scenes...
Little girl I was, All of nine Playing with my pals, While doing mime. Walking back from the park, I spotted a demon With a grimly gaze Beneath the fog, it stood stark.
Alana ran towards the light to find the boy that had gone missing. "whats your name?" Alana asked in a frightened tone which she ment to be relif.
He was standing there. Waiting for the green man. The green man arrived. But his stride just never began. People pointed but he never did notice. His stare fixed straight down at the road.
I'm going to hang my feelings with a rope tonight. Maybe on my way down I'll catch a bride. One who can assure me I'm doing alright. Someone who I can hang onto until I stop this ride.
Wonder with me. and I'll take you so far. Along a desolate road. in a hate fuelled car. The road we'll be taking. Is as long as it is black. Once the pedal has been floored. There's no turning back.
Driving down thinking final thoughts of you as if I were floating with my music turned down low, last minutes away from the beginning of my work.
How does one destroy the night. Give up the ghost or continue the fight.
Demons sail past my ears, Screaming unheard screams, I drift from one colour to another, As if floating in a dream, The rocks beneath my feet melt, They shift from blue to black, My eyes are closed...
You reflect me as I once was. Lost at the crossroads that you decide on. Nothing seems familiar to the left. Right looks dark with a path towards death.
@ren360 I hope this isn't late??.
Rip my heart. Feed upon my soul. Take all I love. And all I've ever known. Steal my hope. Puncture my pride. Ruin my dreams. And those who I confide. Kick my ego. Jab my luck. Catch me alone.
I sat on the unevenly carved, stone bench and picked at the loose rubble. It was the darkest, deepest black I had ever seen. It reminded me of the empty feeling I had inside of me.
As I climbed through the hedge it was clear this was not where I had just come from; this was a strange, peculiar place where everything would be different. Most likely it would be better.
My mind is caving in. I can feel it begin. Crumbling edges. Outside looking in. Foundations shaking. Fragility breaking. Cracks appearing. Despair i am fearing. Losing my grip. Losing my way.
I walk on the sidewalk to the total absence of sound. The penetrating quietness leaves much unknown. No questions are answered while the world sleeps.
It's that time again, The time when the moon goes down, The time when I need a friend, The time when you hear the wolves howl.
Step.. Step... Step step.... Finally I'm somewhere.. Someone... Something.... Step.. Step .. Step. .. I'm big now Big business Big dreams Achieved..
#nightdwellers I am the product of my surroundings. Shaped, manipulated and surrounded. Making tiny Olympic circles in the dirt.
Born without a silver spoon Looking up making wishes to the moon, on a dark night, no light, no wont fight...
Yūrei Pt.1 Ch.3 City Lights Everything is quiet. The woman in front of me has dozed off and her children remain blissfully silent.
Yūrei Pt.1 Ch.2 Chrome Everything seems to be almost glowing, a pale, silver-blue light that fills the entire airport. Crowds of people rush past me as they glance up at the digital screens above.
The clouds grew thick with anger and hatred, flashes of lighting menacingly litter the sky. There indeed was a storm coming, I don't know why, I don't know how or when.