If I Had A Hammer
(to the tune of the Pete Seeger song of the same title. Foul language involved.) #nightdwellers If I had a hammer, I'd smash your fucking brains out Smash 'em til they splatter All over the...
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(to the tune of the Pete Seeger song of the same title. Foul language involved.) #nightdwellers If I had a hammer, I'd smash your fucking brains out Smash 'em til they splatter All over the...
A whisper at the corner of my eye, A vision parted, in surrendered lies, Beasts of the light, or beasts of the dark, Lurking and stalking, Stealing away hearts, Leaving them scarred, Defaced and...
#youngwritershousehold @AWriterGirl Open that door, That I sometimes peer through, Open that door, That opens only for you.
- I haven't written fiction in a while, forgive me my rustiness. - It was dark inside the facility. Neon lights blinked sharply overhead, yet somehow the place still exuded darkness.
#emotion. A misty darkened solitude. I contemplate. A single indiscretion's brought me. To my fate. You gave all and everything. How did I repay. With a swollen raw affection. Someone else's way.
If only I couldn't tell a dollar. from a hundred,. Your two cents. wouldn't have left me dead,. Enough to keep your mouth fed,. Buy your way out of the dark,. Enough to pay the pain to go away,.
Ancient chains of rusting copper, Turn to dust beneath my grip, The same now scatter on the ground, That once held me too fast and thick.
Long grey fingers pull sharply at my hair,. Running through the night,. The forest sounds, sending chills down my spine,. As I make my hasty flight. A winding path, of fallen twigs,.
Shaking hands, Looking into a shadow land, Reaching up to a dusty shelf, Hoping to find a piece of myself. Tragedies in ink, Words of my own hell. Anything to mean something to me.
My Cinderella story, Is a lot worse then you've heard, My wicked step-mother and sisters are a giant pack of turds.
I woke up screaming and sweating. I couldn't breath and I felt dizzy. I had a nightmare. It was the night before Taylor's funeral and I just couldn't handle it. I was so...depressed.
A hand, A knife, The end of life. About, To plunge, To take the lunge. Sick, Reeling, Horrible feeling. Knowing, You'll die, And wondering why. Crying, Screaming, You must be dreaming.
#youngwritershousehold As the scream builds up You start to shake, As the scream builds up Your heart starts to ache.
#youngwritershousehold Do you wonder why I scream.
Beneath the glass lay a photograph, she slipped it out and gazed at it. It was of a boy about her age. He wore army uniform and had sharp chiselled features. His perfect face smiled up at her.
Have you ever had to decide between who lives and who dies?. I am not talking about some shitty Playstation RPG. I mean in real life.
You promised me you wouldn't go back again I gave you a choice, as a friend A way out A lifeline A second chance Oh what I'd do to bring you home Once and for all Sunset fades over broken walls A...
#emotion. #nightdwellers It grips you by the throat and pins you to the bed. It's eyes gloat filling your core with dread. Paralysed with fear the Beast takes control.
I was woken up by my own scream. A cold sweat trickled down my neck and forehead, and my heat was beating at a dangerous pace.
Christine-I woke up in a strange bed and was engulfed in a shower of embraces. “Where am I?” I asked. As my vision started to clear, I could see everyone from the opera house crowded around me.
Evil images flash before my miserable grey eyes. My straight choppy blonde hair sticks to my filthy face. Torn clothes cling to my icy flesh. Crimson cuts and purple bruises crisscross my pale skin.
Toss me to the floor, That's what you always do. Run away when the tears pour. You left me broken, You left me sad. But you'll be back I'm too numb to get mad. Why do you do this. Does it give you...
*be warned, this may offend (Jewish people especially) although I do think this way I am not meaning to upset, so sorry if I do.
Heart shattered Body battered Barely alive Yet I still strive Mind screwed Face renewed I'm a new person After beatings from your brutal men Eyes blind Nowhere for someone to find I've been dead...