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#outoftheblue. See a penny, pick it up. A tale passed down from yore. So he bent to take the coin. From its place upon the floor. Glinting in the sunlight. It seemed to call his name.
#acrostic. Glowing kindness shines so bright. On winter morn and summer nights. Of a child's smiling innocent eyes. Death yet still out of sight. All this changes in a minute. Night falls down.
#nightdwellers #beginningline From behind my heart And out of sight It crawled, it crept It came from night These sharp claws Keep tight hold on me Sucking from my bones The tough and weary...
Meet Miss Perfect Izzy. A girl who's always well. Her face is like the sunshine. But the inside burns like hell. Meet Miss Perfect Izzy. With skin a perfect white. Except under that bandage.
Words are cheap but yours are free Your actions scream you think nothing of me Have you already forgot our vows. Doing whatever your conscience allows. When did you become a thing possessed.
#bestofopuss. Hello again, and today is Wednesday, January 9, 2013. Today is Best Of Opuss day and I'm going to participate.
#bestofopuss Travels led to distant path, Surrounded by the devil's wrath, A lonesome road of nightly gales, On which sunshine had set sail, Left with only gloom and despair, And fear hanging in the...
#bestofopuss (possibly one of my best) #nightdwellers A spinning carousel sings its ghostly tune Bats fly under the command of the opaque full moon The twinkling Ferris wheel slowly turns Smoke...
The grim reaper's using me as a puppet, I'm an unwilling merchant of death, I really don't mean to kill you, Didn't mean to steal your last breath.
Love someone that makes you feel uncomfortable, because when you find comfort, you will be soft and fed. That kind of love, is a warm blanket in the bridge of winter and spring.
I'm all alone now They're all gone I'm all alone But that's okay. I didn't need them anyway.
From a devil's kiss A storm will rise Torment flowing free Like the changing of the tides An angel cries To relieve the pain As her blood does drip From a cold metal blade A soldier as black As the...
Silently she flys, Upon ebony wings. Other birds in comparison, A load of fledglings. A sharp gleamy beak, And unruffled, dark feathers, Not bothered by wind, Or any other weathers.
#SimplyPerfection10Days. drip, drop. the blood pours out. plip, plop,. you're filled with doubt. your knife lies bloodied. your skin's stained red. your wrists sit slit. you might as well be dead.
Distinctive scent and outline New morning through old night He promised everything would be fine In his perspective sight. Centuries of the deceased When did trouble fade away.
(I've been watching a lot of Dexter recently). The stuff of your nightmares. Is what fill my dreams. What makes me smile. Makes you scream. What brings me joy. What rules my life. Is what you fear.
My bones are oh-so weary, I'm tired of this game, It started with that devil's hand, I'd never win your name. Play poker with the Monster. Oh, whose idea was this.
I have a monster in my head and it wants to come out You've fed it, it has grown from your actions did it sprout I try to hold it back but it's so utterly mad I can't hold it back it's the worst...
Fires ablaze within my eyes, A smile concealing all my lies, Screaming, begging, calling out, A final, frantic, desperate, shout.
Welcome to the dark side. No cookies here. Just tons of blood and stories of darkness. And lots of things to fear. Unless you're not afraid of course. Then I shall caution you.
#nightdwellers Midnight like the blackest ink seeps over the land. The last traces of light compete to make a stand. The witching hour is upon us, and all is not well.
The second step seemed easier than the first, the cuts on my heart now modest. I didn't think to stop and breathe, your head high as you watched with a grin.
The first step is the hardest, linking again across shattered glass. With a wariness of words, we fell into a familiar routine. A thing which was at first amazing, feels boring and crass.
#OutOfTheBlue Sleep Tight Wrap your duvet close, Lay Your Mind to rest, Relax, Lull Into a sense of security, Open Subconscious To a starved, unwanted guest.