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Click, click My bones slide in to place Snap, snap They fall right out again Rattling, shaking You tear me out Stuff me in Turn me around until I can't even stand Down on my knees before...
Im hidden in this dark corner. My past creeps up behind. If only I could find a place. Where I was safe. From things that Id once done. But when i tried to hide to my wrong.
Oh my sweet surrender I can feel you coming soon In the ticking of my heart beat In the pulsing of the room I can feel you in my skin With each little cut Bleeding gently falling harshly With...
She slouched immobile a broken puppet as he pulled her strings moving and controlling her every flinch, generating her pain.
Silly boy Look at what a mess you've made Can't you see You're just a toy for The gods to play with. Lonely girl Crying herself to sleep Don't you know It's not a game.
#acrostic #nightdwellers. Nothing to do but sleep. In times when reality is rendered so bleak. Given how life ripped all hope from my days. Hallucinations at night I prefer to the pain.
#acrostic No, if I reach out, I'll see I have no hand, the trenches empty, God has deserted me, as Has my friends, my army, my family.
*This is going to be short; there are only three parts.* Luke sat on the floor in front of the fireplace, slowly, methodically burning the newspaper he had kept for two weeks.
It had been almost seven years since we last heard from her. Some say she went insane after I last spoke to her. What's that. You're asking if I was the one who turned her. No, no, I doubt I did that.
Waiting on redemption day; She needs him, while she fades away. Twenty Tylenol and she's going fast- things blur into a spinning elliptical of sorts, mysteriously. But she knows what she's done.
#nightdwellers. She's wrapped in my chains. She's begging for pain. I see what she wants in her eyes. No words do escape. As her mouth has been taped. So her tongue can no longer taste lies.
I wake repeatedly from a living nightmare, the world bending in unnatural ways around me.
(Contains words not suitable for young people) I sit here in something I wouldn't even consider a hole. It's only just lower than ground level.
Wrote this long ago, but I tweaked it completely. Gave it new beat.
It's hell. Screaming and yelling echoes through the blackened skies and down the ashen, fragmented streets. Chaos rules this broken place. Our new ugly king.
Rain as clear as crystal slithered down the icy window, and my breath formed a milky puddle on the glass' cold surface.
I patch him up. And send him out. Each time afraid. And filled with doubt. Will he come back. In one whole piece. And if he does. When will this cease. I've served him. Since he was a boy.
The world was dark. White light gently sparkled against the ebony backdrop of my subconscious. Soft blues mixed. A pale purple quietly joined in the dance. Grass greens leaped and soared.
Chapter 11 Nightmares. Nightmares, they aren't real, my imagination is playing tricks again..... They have been driving me crazy, continuing through the night. The minute one ended another begun.
My heart thudded in my enflamed throat, and the muscles of my legs flexed and unflexed as I pumped my body harder to carry my weight faster.
~Chapter 4 Red lives in a f*cking closet. "What do you think?" he asked. "The last time I've owned a real home was several years ago." I tried not to let my snickers be audible.
Taken Stolen Bound Hidden Fear Disbelief Anger Grief Dark Cold Musty Old Drip Drop Blood Spot On Clammy Skin Locked In Matted Hair Dirty Clothes Barred Windows Concrete Floor No Door...
#nightdwellers In the depth of the night I hear harrowing screams. Ringing through my ears and invading my dreams. My conscience drags, claws and tears at my skin.
I wanted it to have a good length to it. I've got a chest infection so writing this was especially hard - hope its not too terrible.