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#nightdwellers Between her shoulder blades she wears the mark of the beast. The beauty of her onyx coloured eyes, pale skin and blood red lips would cause your heart to cease.
#nightdwellers. Something wrong. Something not quite right. Like a lightbulb that breaks in the dead of night,. An empty hole where it should be,. No doctor or prayer could ever save me,.
Obscured in the shadow of an old pine tree, Light splits the needles, through a window I see. He walks through the kitchen making his usual rounds, The chatter, despicable laughter, is all that...
Darkness falls over me. Moonlight not enough to see. I can hear them whispering. I can feel them rustling. Shadows drifting in the night. Hiding from me, out of sight. Waiting for the perfect time.
#nightdwellers The full moon beckons me to bathe in it's soothing glow. Upon my naked skin I can feel the night as it gently blows. Chinese whispers are carried exploding on the breeze.
The sun glares down. Clawing at the earth. With fiery talons. Whispering through blazing flares. "I have been here. Far longer then you. Pitiful earth. You will burn. My power is stronger.
She studied its contents; let the emerald silk slip languidly between her fingers.
Juliette stood before the vast arched doorway; a simple welcome mat lay beneath her feet, which seemed uncharacteristically out of place for such an historical house.
The black Triumph pulled off the road and idled by the elaborate, wrought iron gates. A low mist, lingered like lost, abandoned souls in the damp night air; listening, waiting, for their native path.
The sun has now rose, how greedy she must be to put end to the fun. #nightdwellers.
#acrostic #demimonde #nightdwellers. D elve into the hedonistic world of the seeker of pleasures. E rotically dressed girls tempting you with their treasures.
Without thinking of the consequences I opened the box -which beckoned to me as it stood lavishly on an ironically tall-moss-encrusted, throne-like pedestal -except it was not a pedestal that high;...
(Possibly hitting the lower end of 16+ please read with caution -or not at all.) ---- Go ahead and make my day Take your pitiless heart and stray.
She remembers fields of daisies that grew in the midday breeze. A stark contrast to reality and her life that once held dreams. Her eyes have seen the world at a time of its beauty and peace.
My pain Your gain Your goal My game My ruse Your muse Your thrills My pills My break You fake You steal I reel I laugh, remorse You echo -on course You hide I side, with fantom eyes My...
Every step I take closer, a step too far, I know. Each step, a death sentence, each stop, claws at my soul. The call, your voice, alluring. That call -whimpers in my core.
I'm the agent of fear, You cannot replace. Your tears I will taste, Endear and embrace. I'll jeer and I'll chase, No safe place of grace. Blood smeared over face, Shits growing fast paced.
#nightdwellers The moon outlines two bodies that are entwined. Lost in the moment and to the world blind. My lipstick spells the word passion on your lips.
#nightdwellers A song for the woman under the moon. Here for a moment and leaving too soon. The stars are her jewelry, the sky her dress. I long just to touch her, one small caress.
#nightdwellers. The air smells pure. And full of life. The very atoms. Of it tinted with sweetness. The new buds on trees. Peeking out from the frost. Lit by the moonlight. Smell of fresh innocence.
Good morning all, here are the results of the beginning line challenge (I'm sorry they're a little late!). I had a lot of great entries and I mean it when I say I had difficulty choosing the winner.
#nightdwellers. It smells of grass. Of river ripples. Of bark and crisp. Brittle leaves. A branch I grasp. Feeling the notches. The crevices and divets. In its surface.
#Nightdwellers. I step outside to see the stars. And turn to watch the snowy moths. With feathery scales of pale pale white. I look towards the celestial plain. And see the moon, its vibrancy.
The air is chilled and crisp. The moon is a pale, vivid blue. The night is dead silent. But for the church bells in the distance. I pass house after house. All obsidian black.