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Tyree sits on the leaf-littered ground with her knees against her chin and her white, ring-covered hands crossed across her shins. The taste of denim touches upon her tongue.
His tongue toxic. Releasing venom. His eyes evil. A cruel sword. His words poison. The biting sword. Shes his pray. Playing with her. Anger his food. Screaming the wind. Fire his pain.
I am the voice that's in your head. Sitting on your shoulder. Whispering in your ear. Do it. You want it. Don't let that stand in the way. I am the reason you do those things. Those thefts.
I ran out of the house, trying to get away from it. I couldn't talk to anyone. I knew nobody could save me. I felt I was going insane.
I need her to stay safe,I want her to never let go, But my sweet child, confidence comes as you grow, It means eventually, no matter how hard I try, We won't ride the horses, and she'll ask...
Kinda dark, inspired by a song again. Enjoy. **There was once a little dream. Who dreamt the dream is unknown. Because of this, he began being forgotten.
She's there. He's there. They sit, by the stair. They know I'm aware. That there's two of them there. I won't admit. That that's where they sit. It just isn't fit. I can't admit it. Sent away.
Blood spilling, feral screams, chaotic madness. I pay attention to none. I sit alone in a bathroom stall, locked away from a hellish nightmare. Hand clutches neck, blood stains dress.
The hell of screams. Hall of dreams. From breaths of life. Not of the shackles. I await the carnality. Lust and desire. The king reigns and laughs. The devil resides. He burns. To touch in embrace.
Have you seen him. Is he there. Are you frightened. Do you care. Is he standing on the stair. The spider that wasnt there. can i go in. will i dare. if he pounces i'll get a scare.
Shadows in the roofbeams and figures at the door, Eyes inside the wardrobes and shapes under the floor. They cannot know, they only see, But they are seeing you and me.
Mark but the fangs of these men, my friends, Then say if they be vampires These strange men There mothers were witches... These three have robb'd me of my soul "For he's a soul less one" they chant.
Warning!. 18+ very strong language but in a fun and friendly manner.
Haunting clock ticks. Echoing in my mind. Shattering silence sticks. Memories I can't find. Simplistic games. Deeply insane. Fear of death. Full at breadth. Calmness of night. Stillness at something.
The Music. Nobody talks about it but it is constantly in everyone's minds. People don't tell you if they've heard it because... well because it means they're cursed.
Old man gunderbill. Standing by his windowsill. Staring out and down the streets. Wondering who he's going to kill. Old man gunderbill. Finds himself some prey. He finds his knife and gun.
When it started, I was just a girl at fourteen. The plague came, and I was just getting started. He was perfect, a real charmer at eighteen. When the riots started, he disappeared.
I opened my eyes after what felt like an eternity. Those piercing yellow eyes had gone, vanished. I closed my eyes and opened them again quickly, just in case I was imagining things. I wasn't.
Run to me Till your ankles are swollen, heels are bruised, Till your knees give way, and legs are through, Remain whilst your eyes are dried, and cannot bare to blink, Remain whilst you hurt, though...
She had my mind and I was giving her my heart, Little did I know of her design for my soul, When I saw her again she was clawing at my skin, The lines of age show where she has hold.
I've children in every state, I like the little ones They're easier to catch, Quicker to get off with, run.
Norman Bates, Leatherface Even old Jame Gumb, They're shoddy imitations I'm the original one. Snatch your body, snatch your life, Then frame you on my wall.
Well don't you look good enough to eat. Don't worry, for now I'll just take a peek, Then when I take you, though you scream You'll believe it all a chloroform dream.
Oh dance; oh dance, in the dark abyss. Dance with the devil that clenches its fists. A vice Waltz with the reflection within, dance with the demon that bathes one in sin.