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If the sun where to expload there would be 8 minutes. 8 minutes of brightness and warmth until cold darkness overcomes us all. Nobody would know that the sun had exploaded until 8 whole minutes pass.
In the dark with creepy clocks. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. On and on goes the clock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Round and round goes the clock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Keeps on going, never stops. Tick.
These corridors are long and empty, And I'm running, running through. I'm not getting any where fast. I'm not getting any where at all. Stopping for a look around. Seeing nothing but empty walls.
An echoing emptiness lays within, Far deep down, under my skin, A shadow of a hole, just a space, Is it just waiting for your embrace.
#nightdwellers. Darkness on the ceiling,. Spilling on the floor,. Pouring through the windows,. And dripping down the door,. Darkness on the table,. Running down the knife,.
Black as the pits I bury them in. I'm more corrupt than original sin. Searching for truth to muddy it's waters. Searching for faith to laugh as it falters. You have your one in trinity.
Welcome to this lonely world. Once you're here there's no turning back. You're trapped here for eternity. Even when your body dies, your soul still lives. There's no exit, your stuck here forever.
#household. #nightdwellers. Darkness falling. Madness calling. Or am I already there. The magic of the night. Tells me. Something's in the air. The poet's pencil. Fever twitched.
Tick, tock Goes the clock Can't wake up from your nightmare Tick, tock Goes the clock Your worst fear is alive there Tick, tock Goes the clock Your time is running out Tick, tock Goes the clock They...
#nightdwellers I really should be at one with sleep, Into dreams that I won't remember. Instead awake with the nocturnals, Moths dancing at my cigarette tip.
Closer it creeps This feeling that never sleeps. It's bundled up within Burning beneath the skin.
Remember those times when you were little and you wished you were a grown up. I can remember how I would fantasize about all the cool adult things I would get to do. I regret that everyday.
How can two days be so different. How can Sunday be so meek. When Monday morning rears it's head, The beginning of the week.
Rain and grey skies, Coffee and texts, Dark shadowed eyes, You will be next, It is a morning, In middle July, You must heed my warning, You can't run or hide, A curse among curses, A dread among...
Waiting, Sighing, Slowly, Dying, The forest sways, And sings it's song, Waiting for, something to go wrong, Darkness, Closing in, Darkness, Will surely win, My mind's a blank, My heart is...
Once an angel fell, giving into the depths of a cruel twisted hell. Eyes set, as I come to the end of this road. I remind myself my way to the light has been shown.
Everyone thinks the opposite Of light, is dark, I know. But on the eve of march 15th I proved the answer's "no".
Black clouds cover darkened skies, Overhead, the spirits fly, Mocking, taunting, in silent wait, This cursed dream is my soul's bait.
Decided to make up this, about...something. You'll see anyway. It is out oldest enemy. Our basest instinct. Our worst nightmare.
#household You stand at the centre of a circular room, It is dusty, old and resting in the gloom, Curtained doorways line the sides, Some are narrow, some are wide, All the same colour, giving...
I feel a deadly disease Spread through my veins, Making me go through Extremely sore pains. I feel a deadly disease Running in my blood. Taking me through mood swings, I'm just no good.
An old one I'm digging up for #household I look in the mirror. I see no reflection. No skull-head, no sickle, nothing looks back.
Walking by the Big mirror in the hallway Shaking My hair right glance and.... I see My mother. But mum has been dead for atleast 12 years now My eyes into the mirror again.
I feel its strangeness on my back Chillingly vast A preternatural pressure On the corner of my mind A truth or universal secret Just beyond the paper-skin Of this gorgeous mundane life Perhaps out...