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You seem to know. All the right words to say. Make me feel human once more. As if I belong. But I know it is fake. That you don't mean the words you say. How could you. After all I don't deserve it.
I awake from a nightmare, with a fresh sheen of sweat on my face, to a scream. It's the dead of night and the source of the scream is yet unknown to me.
Last night a demon lay upon my bed Found a way to crawl inside my head Jumbled images creating confusion Spreading vile and vicious ill illusion Bringing deep rooted fears Harboured inside for...
Through the reflections Of condensation and ice I saw a sinister figure Whom didn't look nice As I turned To close the blind It was there again Whats it to find.
Sitting on a stool. The stool is dirty, coated with four layers of mud and gritt. It's been laying at the bottom of a lake for some time now... Mabey I have been laying in a lake for some time too.
Want a night of chaos, dear. Then just stick around. I'll call you friend, you'll call me a sinner. I'm where temptation can be found. Sure one drink won't hurt you. It's ok friend, just drink up.
The walls are damp and colorless, and they smell like things you dig out of the bottom of a garabage bag.
Day after day, I pray, these visions in my head will go away. Not to mention I don't have a say, in which way these horrific events, tend to sway. I look back on it like it was yesterday.
Crick-crack Clickity clack Sshhhhhhh.
Leave a word in the comments. Slowly the boy walked blindfolded towards the door and realised it was a trap. He stood crying because he hurt hisself.
Every night, when it was dark, I'd shiver in my bed My closet, a overly spacious thing, Was messing with my head.
#Household In the deepest darkest corners, Of my mostly bright blue mind, There's something fascinating, And horrendous you can find.
#4am Somehow, I can't seem to sleep, Can't seem to keep my mind in place, For, every night, the clock stands still, And, waves of heat fall on my face.
The Emptiness 11) Interlude 4 Beautiful yet twisted your body lays lifeless, cold and pale, and I know I have failed. For my poor dear sweet Annabelle is dead. As she lay upon the bed.
The Emptiness 8) Part 8- The Lover Should I really believe what my eyes see. Is it her, is it you, could it be. Dead girls don't just appear, please don't hate me for what I've done. Take my hand.
The Emptiness 5) Part 5- Hymn For The Shameless "A love like this can never truly die." Your sweet voice says to me, I'm dreaming. Memories. The tastes of sweet, indulgence, pain and fantasy.
The Emptiness 2) Part 2- The Artist I can't turn away.. When I do you'll be gone. I grind my teeth, my minds racing, I can hear your whispers everywhere and the cold breath on my back.
The Emptiness 1) Intro This how I'll begin to tell this story. Perhaps it's love, or perhaps it's horror. But one thing is for sure.. It ends blood and poison kisses with no cure.
I awake in cold sweat. Darkness surrounds me. It is impossibly black. I feel as if it is drawing me in, attempting to swallow. I wave my hand in front of my face. Nothing. No movement is seen.
Delicate. I think so... One drop of the hat and you got me in tears. One long hug and it's the mist of being in love.
Once an angel fell, giving into the depths of a cruel twisted hell. Eyes set, as I come to the end of this road. I remind myself my way to the light has been shown.
#100days @madhatter 3:Light 4: Dark It's pulling me in. So bright, so intense, it's addictive. It's so pure, so striking, I can't control my feet any longer.
Pain is what you asked for. Pain is what you'll get. In the bar you failed. To notice my sick mind ticking. Spank me you ask. I will oblige. You ass is now red raw.
Part 2 Two days since Graham had buried Thorn in the garden and things were not getting any easier.