Things Under My Bed
It's gonna kill me Taking me apart Ripping me to pieces Stealing my heart There's something inside my head Something under the bed Things going through my head When I should be sleeping...
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It's gonna kill me Taking me apart Ripping me to pieces Stealing my heart There's something inside my head Something under the bed Things going through my head When I should be sleeping...
Wind rustling, rustling. the moon shivering wet. These little crevices...of defence. Try to reach out..to me indeed. But I am obsoete. This is my land. I own ..it all. Try to run...soon ..to fall.
#acrostic. (D)eep in the middle of your soul lives a place. (E)vil is waiting, for you to embrace. (V)ery seldom do some, dare let it breathe. (I)n moments of madness it comes out to be seen.
#acrostic challenge. [D]evils everywhere, [D]evils. [E]verywhere,in the p[E]ws, in the. [V]ery heart of tv,you[V]e got to. [I]magine everybody [I]s after me. [L]ying through their [L]onely teeth.
A slight ticking From the clock in the back A horrid silence It sounds to thick I walk along the floor Barefoot in the midst Is something greater. That I have yet to miss.
Night goes to days when I scream myself awake To get away from those eyes that penetrate Reflection in the eye see blood from the heart Safe and sound is far apart from my mind Unable to find...
Something happened; it happened just before I reached here… I can’t remember quite, what.
Jennifer didn't get enough sleep last night. She was up until 3 AM writing a book report. She just finished her fourth cup of coffee with cream and extra sugar. She's starting to get the shakes.
It stank of all things putrid; life, decaying. My sunken feet disintegrating in gluke -their deafening vile life forms gnawing into flesh, hammering away.
Hello my name is Loss, and I bend backs, and snap necks, and dance between the fingertips of dead bodies.
Slice her open wide, Sneak a peak inside. Look how pretty, Look how pretty. Such a pretty thing. Don't you make her sing. Pretty, pretty please, Don't bring her to her knees.
There is a shadow chasing me, Paranoia is a stench, Always looking, checking back, Tugs at my heart; a wrench.
Darkness fills my room, as the sun surrenders its last light, serenity is often found, in the void of the night.
# nightdwellers Prologue "Her heart distorted frantically in the eerie night air", hand on her heart to scared to even breath.
#beginningline Prologue "Her heart distorted frantically in the eerie night air", hand on her heart to scared to even breath.
*Bit dark so be warned. #nightdwellers Blackened tendrils twist around my heart and squeeze macabre thoughts enter my contorted mind, oh how they like to tease.
Sophie - A girl with beautiful brown eyes stared gallantly at the window as i walked in, what can be so heavy that is visible in her wary eyes like she fell from space, or was she daydreaming.
#NightDwellers I'm that hooded figure, At the end of your bed. I'm the boggy man, Understand what I said . I'm that reflection in the mirror, I'm that voice in your head.
I ran up the stairs as quickly as I could, stumbling only when I heard Paulo's crew screaming. I could only assume the figures had returned to deal with them..
Warm heat pulsates up my back Signals nightmares to attack Calls in spirits, ghosts and ghouls Waits impatiently for me to snooze Our dream vendetta goes way back A struggle to-and-fro attacks The...
Alone, in the darkness, And there's nowhere to hide. Can't tell if I'm conscious, I think I'm out of pride. Empty is my vision, Hiding forever, black. I need a decision, Wait... What's behind my back.
-So you love me, do you. Anna said with a happy laugh. -No I don't know you ,I never seen you before so how do you want me to love you, you syncopate. -that wasn't nice say, Henry. -I'm not Henry!!.
#Sundayrepost James waddled through the threshold into the pitch black corridor. He placed his hands onto the wall to the right of him, using it as a guide and also as a walking aid.
I still herd her woes over and over again. I was terrified and when I opened my eyes she was gone. But all I herd was her woes and all I saw was her face. The blue eyes and the black filthy hair.