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The child lay awake, oblivious to what was going on downstairs. Something papery gently brushed against her foot, making it twitch. She sat bolt up in bed and turned the light on.
Ever so innocent, Been here forever, The love she lent, Is evil however. Born by my mother, Siblings alike, Now makes me shudder, Memories of the knife.
Two four one add the beat of my drum and you'll be mine, Trapped forever in time. Sleepwalker, sleepwalker, don't close your eyes, Sleepwalker, sleepwalker, that's where he hides.
Poison running through my veins,. Boiled blood sings sweet with pain,. Toxic light drives me insane,. Oxygen begins to wane,. Melting metal- sleep eluded,. Sparks of ice- my thoughts, deluded,.
They'll never catch me, even though I'm chained. So many cuts and bruises I'm used to pain. I smile, for pain and death are my only friends. I won't surrender, not even if the world ends.
I walk with a monotone pace, my feet hitting the floor in a repetitive place. The same work, the same parties. The same people, the same job.
#nightdwellers Your pulse slows beneath my grip, Crimson liquid drops down, drips, Extraction of your thoughts, ...
The moon shines through my long brown hair, it lies against the wooden boards that make this boat. The moon glistens, highlighting the soft ebb and flow of the otherwise undisturbed waters.
I had a different dream last night for once.
I dreamt last night that I kept giving birth to large prawn-like creatures from just below my navel. I caught them just as they emerged, before they could escape back inside.
Ravens circling the castles. Beaks sharp to the point. Eyes narrow black slits. Flying in flock, their caws mock during the mourning, wake up call & karmas breakfast in favor the ravens.
Drip Drop Drip Drop It's not the sink It's been fixed It's not rain from the window I've already checked Drip Drop Drip Drop They're descending quicker But where from.
The night is a disease, It's inky black fingers caging everything in sight, Immersing the world in it's murky depths.
A skull of chrome, under the moon light. Night falls, owls call. Claw marks left on the trees. Building a bridge to the other side of me. Footprints in the dirt. Following its steps, blood & hurt.
You keep me inside. Your dooms tower. Next to the varnished cabinet. And rusty old shower. You pull out your wand. And close your eyes. I can feel. Lots of cries. You're suffocating me.
In the dark with creepy clocks. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. On and on goes the clock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Round and round goes the clock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Keeps on going, never stops. Tick.
Ever since we moved to this dreary house, I've noticed the large window, a bland one at that, situated on the back wall, and not a thing different to most windows, in their eyes.
I saw you,. Saw your purple aura,. Glowing next to mine,. I felt you,. Felt your hand brush up,. Against my cheek and draw a line,. I saw you,. Saw you change my vision,. Painting demons on the wall,.
#nightdwellers. Darkness on the ceiling,. Spilling on the floor,. Pouring through the windows,. And dripping down the door,. Darkness on the table,. Running down the knife,.
The streets lined with corpses. Bones showing around the skin. Faces sucked in. Cold eyes staring aimlessly. The starving crawling down the alleys. Cannibalism starting to rise.
Black as the pits I bury them in. I'm more corrupt than original sin. Searching for truth to muddy it's waters. Searching for faith to laugh as it falters. You have your one in trinity.
@LottiePenguin #youngwritershousehold I sit down and sow the dress. In and out the needle goes. Making a perfect silk hem. Eventually I finish the dress and set it aside.
Your feet crunch loudly on the ground. A retched, hollow burning sound. In your chest your heart does pound. You are the lost waiting to be found. Your skinny legs continue to sway.
I can hear that voice again, some say its in my mind. So many questions, but the answers are so hard to find. Whispers through my brain again, its making me feel weak.