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Look Down At My Hands, Red and raw skin, Peeling off in strands, A laughing magpie out of sight, Cackling, in a moon so bright, The blood seeks to mend, Cuts left by a special friend, Living in that...
It had been a strange day, I'd been feeling I couldn't trust anyone, or believe anything they said. I wanted to get away from everything, I was overwhelmed.
A glassy cage Within my head To trap away my thoughts Something's wrong I feel quite strange The ghosts are in cohorts A wisp of smoke A brush of air They taunt me with their touch Transparent...
#nightdwellers These black tracks down my cheeks, remnant healing scars of some other race. A rotten, unfruitful disregard of faith.
#nightdwellers There is a man with a million jars. Stacked on shelves as high as the stars. Some contain happiness, filled with hope. Others are depressing, sealed with rope.
Under my bed he waits for me. I am falling asleep, against my own better judgement, the room, spinning. Sickness is evading me, thankfully. But my head, it tingles and jingles and spins......
A long time ago, there was a man who went hunting in the woods. As night fell, he found himself in an unfamiliar part of the forest. He walked and walked, but he couldn't find his way home.
Take my hand, or reject it, your decision. Oh but dear, I'm the mortician. I'll be seeing you soon. Waltz with me under the nights full moon.
Monsters lurking under the bed Bogie men of legend come Shadows dancing in your head Never sure what they are from Demons dancing in the dark In the corner of your eye Was that a roar, or just a...
I had always been scolded by my mother when, as a small child, I would wander about the house on flights of fancy.
Someone's watching. I can feel it. Someone's snooping. I can hear it. Someone's listening. I can see it. Eyes black as night. Shows no emotion. Skin a pale ivory. Never seen the sun.
His search narrowed it down to 5 possibles.
I have never been to her show,. I have never met her before,. Angel or devil,. Known rebel,. Eyes black as night,. Gives you fright,. Lips are blood,. You'd kiss her if you could,.
His eyes are lit up like flames. His glare burns my eyes, he laughs at my suffering. He is pleasured by the pain I'm in. He watches me scream and sob as he takes me away. Torturing me for my mistakes.
Icicles tingle down my spine. Reflection in mirror, isn’t mine. Entangled in cobwebs, taste of decay. Smell of pipe smoke, starting to pray. Hide from shadows, was that breath on my neck.
I'm going off at the deep end. Falling without any wings. Powerless to turn this tide. A peasant in face of kings. I can't change my fate at all. It's been taken from my hands.
I don't have a name, but people call me Shayne. I don't have an age, but they say I'm as young as I feel. I don't have any parents, but they say Satan himself spat me out.
"Có hôm khi nàng bắt đầu tắm, một người khách lạ dỡ một viên ngói trên nóc nhìn xuống, và chàng ta như nghẹt thở trước tấm thân ngà ngọc ấy.
Not many know of me. I'm the force behind of he. He is the one who instills all fear. But just be aware of me my dear. I may be quiet, without a sound. But that doesn't mean I'm not around.
There's a darker side to fairytales, Of that you must be aware, Each story written painfully, In the character's despair, You see, there is a hint of truth, Behind these simple tales, Taken from a...
My dream made into a short story... (a bit of killing involved btw) My acting rehearsals were cancelled today, but my teacher still requested a private session with me.
Home has started to feel rather full lately, with me sharing space with not only the Master and Mistress but also rabbits, gold-fish, birds, a boisterous dog and a monkey, of all things.
The droplets of water reverberate inside the room. The thick silence, interrupted by the periodic descending of the water into the stainless sink, made me go crazy.
Her room smells stale, cold, damp. The walls close slowly in on her, there's no way for her to get out. The floor boards creak to her every movement. Someone follows behind her, shadows along the...