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Candle-lighted. I walk in the hallways. The mid-night. Is my time always. I am known as,. The queen of the night. Night is my reign. Night is when my light shines bright.
#nightdwellers. He takes me on trip of sorts. Grabs my will and pulls me forth. I am a passenger on a course. For hate and rage and harsh remorse. My hands become his deadly tools.
#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...
One night a lady who lived alone went to bed before she climbed into her bed she put her hand under her bed and let her dog lick her hand. She heard a dripping noise.
#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...
Being ill has its perks sometimes ...
All is hauntingly still. If there is one thing that I fear most, it is this. Not the night, death or evil. Not blood, chaos or monsters. No, what I fear most, is this. I fear the silence.
I'm all alone now They're all gone I'm all alone But that's okay. I didn't need them anyway.
I look into the mirror, Who is that looking back at me. I certainly don't recognise them, Deep blue eyes that stare into mine make me feel nervous.
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...
It's three days now since I told you of my nightmares that haunt me at night,but what I haven't told you is that each time now they are changing the reason for this I do not know an its puzzles me...
I was really screwed up now. Everywhere I looked, there where psychadelic colours and strange shapes all over. The strange world had invaded my home. I panicked, and started hyperventillating.
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.
Imagine you're in a big empty room, with a stone floor. Now imagine all light goes off. It's so dark, you can almost feel it pressing against your eyes.
(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.
It was happening again. I could feel myself being pulled into that other dimension. It was terrifying. Every single time I went there, bad things happened. Really bad things. But here it comes...
yesterday I had a terrible dream. in that dream I was in a kind of prison with a lot of scientists and no I wasn't one of those scientists, I was a prisoner.
Knock knock knock I hear on the out side of my bedroom window I look over there's nothing there. Ok I must be overtired a few seconds I'm think no more of the knocking .
Around me. Circling. Like knives. Twisting. Laughter in cruelty. Grinning. They are so joyful in their malice. My punishers. My liberators. Singing. I am surrounded.
Maia switched off the tv and bounced upstairs. Her parents had gone out, so she was home alone. Most of the lights were on upstairs, her bed room light was not on.
There's a place where I'm scared to go A nightmare which troubles me so In the dark when there is just me, myself and I I can't stay away no matter how I try.
As the nights get longer my sleepwalking get worse, ever night I wonder a little farther away from my house I always go a different way but end up In the same spot ever night.
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.