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Churning deep in my gut,. A trembling,. Piercing, pain,. A rut,. Where my soul rusts,. Bathed in a wood fire's glow,. An old cabin,. Cloaked in snow,. The pain sweeps across. my cold old bones,.
I fear that in my generation, mankind will grow out of control, Overcrowding and violence will be its fall.
#youngwritershousehold. Familiar faces crowding,. Lives spoiled day after day,. The crackling siren sounding,. Trying to keep us at bay,. The tension around us rising,.
Sunday morning breaks like a back, Like a twenty-foot wave, Beating my body to A sand-worn and battered heap; Can I not have peace, Can I not stay asleep.
The candle flickering in the darkness of the night, it is our only source of light. Glowing yellow for all to see, what lies ahead as they take steps with there feet.
Welcome to the place of the condemned. Purgatory sacrifices. Punishment for mortal sins. Give me a kiss of sanity. Let me weave among your dreams. Enjoy your extent torment. A seething rage.
Apocalypse,. Burning the earth,. Cutting it into pieces,. Destroying & upturning the dirt,. Emptying essence for all it's worth,. Freezing the world over in ice,. Gauging out the worlds eyes,.
Carved deep in the rocks out by the sea, Silver rain bleeds down the cement walls, Air thick & musty from the tears they bleed, darkening the sun & killing the trees, Spirits manifest a lost...
Singing to the walls lullabies, Curled up under the covers they hide, Waltzing alongside the dead, Dancing with devil in my head, Hands put together to pray, If I die before I wake, I sell my...
@Bluegerbil #youngwritershousehold Air is getting thin, Inhale, exhale, heavily. No need to grin.. Not sure what will become of me.
Their smiling faces flash before my dying eyes. Tears fall in diamond drops down my icy flesh. Emotion rocks my exhausted weak body. The dim streetlamp lights the cobbled street.
#nightdwellers Dark, night, ink, blood, shadows, glass and ghosts, Crystal flames surround the pain of which we lust the most.
I saw a large eye this morning. Peered in at me, it's owner yawning. Huge it was, round and blue. Scared stiff, I didn't know what to do.
#youngwritershousehold It felt like someone was pressing on my lungs, tightening them, trying to make it impossible for me to breathe.
Clouds of ice and blazing skies, And petrified onlooking eyes, Cold sunsets paint the final night, Across the lands that glowed with light.
She falls and pleads, She falls and prays She falls and begs, Throughout the days. She sits and cries, She sits and weeps, She sits and sobs, Throughout the weeks.
Darkness, And frost bite, Bind as one, Ice & forever night. Below the sun. Silence written in silk, Numb and compromising with death. A lip sealed deal.
I can hear the echoes, Bouncing off the walls. They come right back to me. With their intimidating calls. I'm alone in here. It used to make me cry. But now I just don't care.
#nightdwellers A coldness creeps over the skin the clock chimes, it wakes the dead. The witching hour begins, and souls taken from their sleepy beds. Ten, Eleven, Twelve...
His eyes are ruined. Bloodshot, strained, unfocused. They have forgotten all colours. All colours bar orange. The never ending orange. His chest heaves with the effort of moving. His lungs creak.
He was beside himself and frantic. He was in pieces and began to panic. Confusion from the paranoia and frustration. He was unsure how he got into this situation. He looked at himself for some clues.
I looked down at my hands, Knew something was wrong, My blood had stopped its running, My heart had stopped its song.
Submerged in a sea of words, My cries do not seem to be heard. My legs suddenly will not swim, This water now seems very dim.
I walk on the sidewalk to the total absence of sound. The penetrating quietness leaves much unknown. No questions are answered while the world sleeps.