Failure
Do you feel the chill. The ice is growing colder. It's clear we failed the test. Now the cyan soundscape is closing in around us.
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Do you feel the chill. The ice is growing colder. It's clear we failed the test. Now the cyan soundscape is closing in around us.
By Gemma Doyle. I am what scares you in your dreams. I know your greatest fears. I live in part of you and in part of other people. I can make your heart pound and make you faint with fright.
Building building dread. Burning heart and head. After all that's been done and said. Something someones coming to take my peace. Almost hear their steps coming closer.
A delightful urge for sanity Is my only perverse pleasure Entangling my thoughts within its sin Once the grasp of delusion holds Nothing, no fear is strong enough Mesmerised by the total eclipse of...
Winter is coming The majestic trees lose their rich, red robes, Leaving them bare, exposing their bones. Their skeletal arms tremble in the grey, Delivering moans and grunts of dismay.
Turning. Around. Shadows. Are. There. Running. Quicker. Without. A. Care. Tripping. Falling. Scraping. Scabbing. Knees. Turn. From. Clean. To. Black. Tears. Come. Streaming. Down. Nothing. I. Can. Do.
(@patdolan83) I saw it........it happened Right in front of my eyes But wait........it couldn't of happened My brains telling me a lie.
Black. White. Red. Colours of a joke he recalled, but now there was no laughter, only his own screams as he ran, ran forever through the Hell he'd fallen into. No way out, no way back.
#halloween #nightdwellers Burning breath, scorches your mind. Cold and death intertwine. Darkness falls, but so does light. Empty halls, in broken nights. Water drips, echoes through.
I curl myself up In this little Cocoon, of sorts Closing my kaleidoscope eyes, Hoping Pleading For a drop of the sweet liquor that is sleep The sheep Are taunting me, it seems Literally just...
#Halloweenparty #Candles Feeling the golden flames Warming.. Yet ghostly embrace Hairs standing on the back of my neck Causing a shiver Running down my spine.
Into this murky murk. One-way; no choice. Are those moths fooled. Temporary temptation or chapter two. There are more, but no one counts. Another. Dim. Gone... Bright. "Less dark" is more suitable.
Cracks of moonlight illuminating bruised skin and flesh so polluted it's cast in hues of purple and grey. In the nighttime there's not a whisper. Only silence fills this house.
Numbers and predictions about the world coming to an end I just don't understand the message that they send It seems to me like a rising trend New religions have even been born to address the...
Times dripping. the drill is in my head. Closed eyes darkness leading winding to dread. Hearts bearing showing through. Like a glass cutlet all the way through. Glow how your eyes grow.
I dreamed that I was at a crowded place where the people's focus was on a some houses on top of a hill. I asked a nearby Indian girl about what was happening which had grasped the people's attention.
I tossed a coin high into the air. On the side that it landed, I didn't care. My fate wouldn't change. What's done has been done. No options left, I can't even run.
Hollow, hallow, dark and shallow, Rig the heart and charge the gallows, Passing, laughing, ever graphing, Weepers needed for the staffing.
Thousands of missiles, standing in rows, Snuggled like moles deep in their borrows, Blind to the death and destruction they'd bring If ever they're called upon to take wing.
That lovely Sky is back to its old ways, All grey and dim, Just another normal day, It's no longer just the rim, The Disease has spread, The whole Sky is infected, I dread that day when it will again...
Please join me in proclaiming the Mantra of Monday.
Walking blind. No knowledge of where. Speaking deaf. No knowledge of tears. Walking blind. No knowledge of what creeps. Speaking deaf. No knowledge of beeps. Walking blind. No knowledge of fear.
#emotion #fear. My fear is not of heights. My fear is not you. I'm not afraid of spiders. Or things that scream out boo. My fear cannot be described. It lurks deep in my mind. I cannot give an answer.
#movement. Bend me twist me. Name me shape me. As long as you know. You won't escape me. Tall and flapping. Upturned collar. Can't be bought. With pound or dollar. I'll be there. Thru darkest night.