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Bring me the little one of the embarked graves. You must be reprimanded, Your false smile of purple and emerald Is very much like a falling icicle into the mundane heart.
Rob the white had a very, very bad habit. He was a blood thirsty, meat eating, heart wrenching rabbit.
I hear the hands of death. A tick, a tock, a tocking. They haunt my every step, They tick, they tock. Just mocking. I fear the hands of death, A tick, a tock, a tocking.
Adult language --------------------------------- I look around the small poky room. Was this to be my study space.
Dreams are uncontrollable Nothing hidden or buried out of sight Reasons unrecognisable Simply listen to that bump in the night.
(part 2) I woke up what seemed like hours later. I had been tied to a metal table with some kind of strong wiring. "What is this?" I gasped. My throat was dry and raspy. I needed water.
In my coffin of darkness I placed. A castle where the rich lay to rest. The fear that comes from a school test. Fangs as deadly as a sharpened knife. The pain that comes from a slave’s strife.
The bark stroke, like a lightning rippes the night sky during a storm, loud and clear. She felt the fear running down her spine, cold and mercy-less like an old friend.
The first time I saw Jason I couldn't believe my eyes. He stood in my bedroom doorway, smiled then walked away. The next night at exactly the same time he came again, smiled then walked away.
Hunched in the corner of my room, alone and afraid, screams of terror echo in the hall, the feeding frenzy at nightfall.
Talk to me about the darkness inside of you, I'm here to listen, I understand, I really do... Maybe I could help you decide what to do, I just want to get some of my pain out too.
A walk through the shadows, light dances in flashes, shapes of faceless figures, terror in their glances.
They took Mummy yesterday. They never made a sound as they came in the night. Snow had fallen earlier and the blanket of white was flawless as I slumbered.
If you ever wish to find me, Just look with your dreams. I'll be hiding in their shadows, Sewing up their seams. And once I have you sealed. Sitched up, without escape.
Run. I can hear myself screaming it at you, I can feel the tears rushing down my cheeks. I can see my hand reaching out for you, trying to grab you, to pull you to me one last time.
We kept the cellar door locked. Nobody ever went down there. Not my mom, not my dad, no one. Not even my older brothers, Ben and Dylan.
In a solemn void, there stood I. Unaware of time gone by. Not a single person accompanied me here. Not even a friend, a loved one held dear. I'm feel so depressed, so afraid and alone.
Night approaches, A scream awakes the peace. A mother runs in to see her daughter terrified beyond belief. "Mom, mom.
#nightdwellers #beginningline He stepped silently out of the shadows like a spectre, his face ashen in the cold moonlight, the wind lifting the tails of his suit jacket and playing with the strands...
Hair tangled in knots. Twisted down to her waist. In curls like expresso. Brewed in a haste. Eyes like summer skies. And as deep as the sea. Bluest blue with long lashes. And curious as can be.
A raw-knuckled rap on a rotten door,. A lifeless body on a shore,. Heads bouncing down the stairs,. A nasty demon's acid leers,. A savage blossom's unseen. bane,. Poison seeping through a brain,.
Something was here. I didn't know what. I didn't know where. But I just knew something was watching me. The eery blackness of the long hallway surrounded me.
#colourchallenge #ashen A cold smile forces wide a masquerade face, But, as soon as the lighting falls, the night will take its place, And, instead of the eyes that glint and twinkle, frigid...
Hand in hand, we walked down the beach, sand rising in between our toes. You stop and turn to look at me, out eyes meet and we are kissing.