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Started out perfect, then the poison set in. I feel no shame In my twisted mind games I'm beyond what passes for sane My soul is past that kind of pain. Reality is a fantasy now.
For @overskill a dedicated follower. I stare at the enterance to the maze. Once I enter, I may never leave. I gulp. Then square my shoulders and enter. It's dark.
I’ll tell you another secret, this one for your own good. You may think the past has something to tell you.
She sank alone into despair, Her make-up smudged, Grease through her hair. A painted smile she'd learnt to fake, To cover up her poor heart ache.
Bang. Lydia was falling, falling. Boom. Lydia hit the ground, oh how it hurt. She grew blind. All Lydia could see was red, seeping into her eyes, into her mouth, covering her.
It should be the headline Front page news- "The Girl That Died Without A Bruise" 'Butchered. Shot. Even the Reds should have their Page 3 tops yanked down To show I'm somehow breathing...
I sit at my desk, doing homework. Searching on my computer. I can't wait to go to sleep, but that might be tommorrow. Or the next day. I think it's around midnight. I have no idea, really.
"Please" she cried. "I'm begging you" my heart swooned, I couldn't do it, I couldn't fall for it. "Don't do this" she whispered.
The deal with the devil. was the best mistake. I could ever make. He had trapped me. In a cell with only one key. He made me promise. And let's be honest. I could never go back on that promise.
My Original Adapted for @eliza The Box is quiet The Box is still The Box awaits a victim behind the shop till The Box is powerful The Box is dark The Box comes with a health warning, it really is...
Magic nights. Darkness bites. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~. Dark cloud of flies. Eating undead eyes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~. The life fading. Darkness shading. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~. Look at me. Death I see. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~.
At a nearby family restaurant, Laverne sat in a corner booth with her two small children. She ordered a generous meal for herself which she informed the waitress she intended to share with her brood.
#TheOpussDead It was the same dream again. Melody thrashed beneath the covers, sweat beading her forehead, her heart pounding in her somnolent state.
Sometimes I hate night time. Last night something horrible kept happening. When I closed my eyes I'd picture something frightening.
I picked the miscellaneous tape up from the floor and dropped it into my handbag to tidy it up. It was a deep green Radley bag. Lush like a forest of summer leaves: my favourite colour.
Two men were standing on a rooftop Little did one know he was about to fall a huge drop They were sitting before but when they stood one got pushed ending the life of a deep hearted man who was...
I watched as the darkness shrouded the human. As it enclosed it, like a thick, inky fog. This gutter of spite, so seething with lime-green deception and with eyes and hearts as black as her deeds.
A whisper in to his ear and he soon lost his swagger, his smile dropped away and real fear crept in to his eyes. I smiled.
Darkness encases me. The silence of the night unnerves me as I make my way through the empty streets, the grim fog around me sending icy tendrils up my spine. I try to shake it off. It doesn't work.
"I can hear your thoughts when I look at you, that is when we are in the same room.
I've told you the sensation Now here's how it started Without further hesitation See how the clouds got parted I think back to the first time ...
Hesitantly I open the gate With a creak and a squawk and a sigh Ivy covered with wrought iron curls There's more than meets the eye.
I shall watch the world burn And laugh because in my heart I know that it was all my fault I perfectly played my part. I cannot wait to see this.
A dark and twisted world is starting, the safety of the light, retarding, as the sun sets amongst us, the strange And Those who dare to step into or simply get caught up will soon Find that they...