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Chapt 3, part 1 --------- through Martha's eyes----------------- I herd the yelps and cries of pain through the door. Then suddenly there was silence. Nothing. I burst into the room.
18+ even though you'll look anyway asking you not too. You better be happy today Do I look like I'm fucking joking!. Ha. I am...
You all live your lives. Laughing at the misfortune of others -schadenfreude- Spreading rumours. Spreading muck.. These rumours cause so much pain but I really don't care.
He kept them in the chest freezer, he kept them out of sight. He kept them in eternal sleep, where they would never feel the light. He had a tall fridge freezer, in which he kept his food.
Part three The Awakening I'm that hooded figure At the end of your bed I'm the boggy man Understand what I said .
I am the girl with no name, The one you'll never see again, As I stand here in the pouring rain, Please don't, don't scream again.
It was there all along. I never knew, I never realised, barely even suspected.
I once dreamt of a dream...where I am sleeping peacefully... A butterflies flutters around my garden.. There is a tapping on my window sill...a gentle rapping of a dragonfly..
Take a bite, sweetheart Of this beautiful apple I hold Quickly quickly, my hands do shake I'm afraid I'm getting old But you, my dear, you gleam With the radiance of youth.
I wrote two paragraphs randomly, what do you guys think. I love listening to constructive criticism since it helps me write better.
You heard me, didn't you. You spoke back, didn't you. My heart broke, didn't it. ~~~~ Yes I heard you, love. Yes, I said many things. Not that I meant to. ~~~~ You watched me bleed, didn't you.
Come with me I'll show you The dark half Of my heart I'll make you drink The poison of My twisted love Then lock you in The dark.
Poem I wrote myself. (: Roses are red Violets are blue. Death is coming Coming for you He's holding a knife He has a gun He'll take your life So you better run.
Dazed, I lay on my bed Wondering whats happening in my head. Things turn out very different when You sit,ponder and look within So I closed my eyes and dreamt of a land Far away from where I am.
// Harder. Better. Faster. Stronger. // People were shouting. The lab became crowded. I screamed for all I was worth as cruel arms restricted me and threw me against a cold, metal test table.
Darkness spreading across my room, I know that today will be my doom, I try to find my way out of here, my room used to be small but I'm no longer there, Everything is black and smells of death, I...
I climbed up into the attic, On a chilled and blustery night. But when I finally glimpsed it, My mind couldn't handle the sight.
My thoughts grow deeper, darker now Than I've ever been before I wish I could spit in your smirking face And then throw you to the floor You think that you are better than me Well let's see just how...
Spinning web, crawling crazy. Grinning skull, flaming eyes. Screaming in the darkness. Howling into the night. Deadly fangs of the killer spider, as it crawls into its bed of crystal.
Beast man. Why do you hate. Why do you destroy. Why not try to create. I'm left in the darkest place. The beast ate my love. Devoured her whole. Now I cry my heart out, in this black hole.
Get out of my head and give me some rest Though it's clear your phantom doesn't get distress You crouch in the darkest nook in my mind Ready to pounce to creep up behind Put the knife to my throat...
She writes how much she hates him on the steamed bathroom mirror, while he showers and tries not to touch himself. It is too cold to leave the house, and has been that way for seventeen days.
Morris woke up. Her eyes taking a little time to adjust to the light. The room was large. The walls and floor seemed to be made from aluminium. The lights from the ceiling reflecting on every surface.
He takes out his rubbish. Gives a nod to the neighbour. He gets a satisfaction knowing. That they are blissfully unaware. Of the person he really is. As a child he felt the same.