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I'm somewhere between the hot and the cold Somewhere between the new and the old. Somewhere between the wrong and the right Am I darkness or am I the light.
Through the darkness my consciousness crawls;. Inching my way along crumbling, decrepit halls. Each door leads to another exactly the same;. I sense a light and I'm drawn in like moth to flame.
He hissed alongside the best of them Malignant to the bone But behind that rib cage strangely lacking Lies a heart, not yet stone Tortured souls, hung up, It isn't like he cares He simply strides...
I am stuck between light and time, the darkness is never ending. In a blink of my eyes the darkness ends, my mind starts ascending.
I am standing alone on the shore late afternoon looking out in to the seemingly never ending sea. The sun is close to setting, but like me is in no rush to leave this placid scene.
I woke up earlier than usual today, I could tell it was going to be a very hot day because the sun shone though my supposedly 'sun block' curtains.
I woke up from a dream within a dream, Felt you there, a fabrication held at the seams, Your scent filling my vacant consciousness, Emotion enveloping an unguarded, sleepiness, The memory of a touch,...
#household Have you seen, The amber light, That's burning cold, Throughout the night. And have you seen, The tortured soul, That hangs its life, Upon a toll.
I walk the dog late at night, around the streets until we stand on the prom looking out to sea. You can see for miles, the water black and still. Emptiness where the town ends and the sea begins.
"You're here." "I'm here." "Okay... That's weird. You're here. Why were you not here... Then here?" I hug Sephy quickly and step backwards.
[Inspired by @curiouscaitlin's 'A Recollection', which is amazing] The stitches between dreams, An alternative world, Held at the seams, Knitted ribbons swirl, At the edge of a romance, And a...