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Delilah P.O.V. Hope surged through me. I was going to be saved. I didn't care who it was so long as I was out of this room. A couple walked in wearing pristine white contamination suits.
Barbed wire and mud, Mud and wire and rain, Shouts, screams and gunfire, Never ending pain. Waiting for our call, The time for us to fight, Writing shakily by hand, Be it day or night.
Safety pins on black fabric. Jackets pulled around cold arms. Icy breeze around concrete walls. Pieces of carpet tossed on the floor. Graffiti'd murals, mortar slabs. Heavy wooden desks and chairs.
twigs crack under my shoes my steps are loud her steps are silent as if the earth is pushing her bare feet up into the sky with each step as I'm behind her awkwardly following her hair is pulled up...
A carousel of. emotions are spinning. inside my head. Eyes, the portal of. my soul have long since. been dead. A puppeteer takes. control of the strings. of my heart. Whilst the ghost.
#nightdwellers. Am I going to hell I really don't care. Anger rage confusion and doubt. Remember her the one who was here. Now she's gone and I am without. Tell her she broke me and made me this way.
Mentally drained, emotionally contained. Sickness riddles my mind, Thought the mental grind. Voices condescending in tone, the feeling of darkness when alone.
The Box 7 - Closer To Home" {Story 7} Written by Damond Foster Gardner (2012) In Matteson, Illinois. 60443 The Box is nearly to an end.
Sorry it's a little short but I patched it up over a few spare hours I had. •Chapter 9 - Used To• •Kai• One second, I was holding her under. The next, I couldn't pull her out fast enough.
Lonesome woman. Whispers into thin air. Wearing torn clothes. Matching torn hair. Nighttime screams. Slowly tears apart. What still remains. Of her dreary heart. Lacking happiness. There is just pain.
A receptacle. of lost and. broken dreams. A heart broken. all it can do. now is bleed. A mind left with. nothing but a. legacy of screams. A body betrayed,. not knowing. it's own needs.
Do I have your attention, do you believe me now, My lifeless face frozen in a frown. The voices drove me insane, leading me astray, Every day was a battle fighting through depression's fray.
Wishes of words not to come from you. Promise myself to not look blue. Dig a hole. I'll crawl inside. Bury me deep in layers of pride.
In dark places You hide Twisting my memories, Turning my mind I doubt I fear I loathe I want to scream Why do you haunt me so, In all of those dreams.
As I sit here. And carve in to my flesh. The pain takes me away. From the places I hate. The blood flowing from my cuts. Are rivers bold and untamed. The knife is my vessel. I ride it willing.
#colourchallenge #black #sjw Try and guess how many times a colour is mentioned. There are duplicates, count them too. Hope you have fun. .......
7# The only environment I'm comfortable with. My home. Yellowish-white paint, broken picket fence, and dry dusty Poison Ivy's, safe-guarded with green vine, pale green swords poking out of it.
This is a recipe for a devil, For all of those who want one, This is a recipe for a devil, For all of those who need: Add a lot of rhubarb, For it shall need to be bitter, Add it to a burning...
She popped a pill Then took two more To drown out The knocking on her door Her fingers tingled Her body light She slowly drifted Into the night No more pain No more sorrow No more knocking No more...
The Nurse is a scary urban legend about a girl who has just started working in a hospital when a group of doctors decide to play a cruel prank on her.
This spooky short story does contain content that some may find upsetting...I'm sorry if it does. Jenna was a young girl having a good time.
I tried to please you, showed you my skill Mockery was all I received, a bitter pill. You continue to kill my passion, throw my love to the wind, Evil thoughts of retribution throw me towards sin.
A dream....or was it a memory...played out in my head. Both were teeming with darkness present days. The scene was dark and bleak.
Where is the Eternity of love You promised In the rise and fall Of your selfish lungs So many years ago When we were both Different people.