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You may not believe it, Nor guess or perceive it, Sad you say. Here's the truth so hear it You think your self to be unknown, Unnoticed, unseen, While all the time I'm watching you.
Once upon a time not so long ago, in a town not too dissimilar to yours. There lived an old man in an old run down house. He was the kind of person you knew existed, but no one ever saw.
I stare into the mirror, wondering what the other me thinks. I look closer, closer. "Got you." The world around me implodes, as me and my mirror image touch.
In anger you clench your fist - not driven by violence but in desperation of trying to hold on to the last thread of a clear mind.
(Just another experiment so please bare with me!) The first time I saw her the ghostly form of her body both terrified and transfixed me to my soul.
Wake Up Quick. They are coming, coming, Blood in their eyes. Gunpowder on their faces. Fire in their hands. Destruction in their hearts And your house is the target.
They think I'm insane. Believing that the prince of darkness is real. They don't think I'm a criminal; they think I'm insane. And that's why I'm here.
Step step. Bang. What was that. Don't hear anything. Don't see anything. Step step step. Drat. Dead end. Turn around. Step step. Door. Open. Nope, locked. Step step. Heart racing. Goosebumps.
Souls are hanging from the tree. Tonight. Your body dangling next to me. Tonight. Memories dripping from the leaves. Emotions recently bereaved. Them demons have caught up with thee. Tonight.
Flicker Eyes open Twitch We turn, we gaze at the imperfect cracked white paint, Now a dull haze in the dark We sit. We stretch.
My imagination is churning fleshy kaleidoscopic sketches of what form stands behind my door. The body of the monster seems heavy and unstable, like there are too few legs to support its body.
They gagged me and took me to a strange room, with metal tables and tools, like knives and blades and an axe ......... Terrified I tried to scream but the gag blocked my sound.
There once was a family of five. Three children and two parents, who loved their kids with all their hearts. This family lived in a nice home in a quaint little town called Bakerston.
Time to sleep but now I know better,. While I sleep you'll haunt me forever,. You grab me with your fingertips,. Your poison I will forever year to sip,. My mind a warped torn place,.
From the black Pitts of hell, There comes my form you know so well, Your thoughts and fears I feed and dwell, Can't block me from your mind, I'm far too perfect something undefined, That's my...
I'm the weaver of your dreams, The receiver of your screams, Your soul was offerd on a plate, So I licked the dammed thing clean, I'm like nothing you've ever seen, When I come puffing on the...
Savage plains of hatred filling up your sight. Graphic crazy statements filled with so much might. The truth is false your fears are real. I taste your tears I know how you feel.
She was different, like no one else. She laughed at my jokes and shared my pain. She led me through the darkness and she held my hand. Her skin as soft as velvet and with one touch would paralyse you.
Sorry I have not written for a while. There were two 15-year old girls named Alice and Sarah who had been best friends since early childhood.
I awake, but I seem paralysed from it. All my emotions seemed to have turned to stone because of it. I cannot speak, because of, it......
A shadow of doubt, In the crook of my mind, It lurks without repent. It favours my head, It trawls through my thoughts, From whence or whom was it sent.
Trevor had been friends with Mister Pettifer ever since he’d first found him propped up on a bench in the park.
Love is in the eye of the beholder so I will scrape both eyes out.
It can be a shadow in the corner of the room. It can be a flicker at the edge of your vision. It can be a creeping shiver traipsing along your skin. It can be the bustle of bodies enclosing around...