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#beginningline Creeping silently under the veil of night, I try my hardest to avoid the light. The sun is a plague upon my skin, The clothes I wear are always too thin.
Cowards are the shadows; silent, so still. They say Incubus sings in a shadows shrill. Shameless in sun, surreptitious by night; sly and selfish, they soil the sight.
In the sun, the world is color. Beautiful, fun, and bright. Then the lights are turned out. Everything's gray in the night. This is a sleepless dark. I'm tired of the unrest.
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Shadows surrounding me So much so that I can't see Dark places that bring nightmares I can't make a sound… I just stare. I walk faster. I've got to run. I want to see the light of the sun.
() Light a candle | | Lift the gloom | | Place one inside | | Every room Pictures form In dancing flame ...
Into this murky murk. One-way; no choice. Are those moths fooled. Temporary temptation or chapter two. There are more, but no one counts. Another. Dim. Gone... Bright. "Less dark" is more suitable.
Fear fills the silence. And silence fuels the fear. The silence tricks your mind. Into seeing things that are not there. If you'd heard what I've heard. You'd never turn off the light.
Suffocated by blackness Laying in my bed It's thick, oily pitch coating my eyes Face numbing darkness, Screaming silence of the night, Deafened by nothingness So loud yet it stillness surrounds...
I can pretend while the sun is high. But i can't lie...beneath the moon. I'm "okay" in the hours light. Quiet darkness...brings my doom. It's in the night that it finds me.
The candle flickering in the darkness of the night, it is our only source of light. Glowing yellow for all to see, what lies ahead as they take steps with there feet.
Afternoon done end of the sun. Time for evenings magic to be spun. The blue of the day has gone away. Claret and purple are holding sway. Warm and swollen the start of the night.
As night falls on this secret land, This darkness I can barely stand. Darkness is what I fear most. It scares me more than any ghost. In darkness everything can be. Simply because I can not see.
Where darkness thrives and beauty dies,. Bring the bodies to say your last goodbyes,. A sadness, deep, perfection lost,. Many precious lives have not been without cost,.
Drip, drip, drip.
#100days 3. Light Part 1 The door was locked, and I was too scared to search the neighboring cabins. The Taken could be anywhere now. Further up the hill, I saw my savior. The street light.
Night-time,. A soft cradle of black,. A harsh darkness,. The living shadow,. The inky night,. The crow's feather,. A soothing embrace,. Rocking me to sleep,. A pitch black disguise,.
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...
Life is a brutal hole were sea’s are filled with crimson sins. As night was snuffed out by light it hid inside my body. Its rot infesting my body, devouring my soul.
Black. That's what I see. Eyes can't be open. An unknown. Tortured soul. In the dark abyss. Horrid shadows. Sucking me in. Little black hole. Fall again. Fell again. Demons take me. Tell me. Hold me.
Only in the black of night do I see. Behind closed lids, the script of a life once known plays out. Familiar faces are frozen in time. One face prevails in the blackness. The last I saw.
The deep mystery of the night surrounds us. Many people have written, explored and even tried to explain the night in science but I don't think the night can be explained in any possible way.
I think in all alone but I'm wrong. I hear the creaking of the floor boards and the quick breaths of someone near. I can't see a thing it's so dark. I'm so scared, it could be a killer in here.