Dark Hole
Darkness swallow me whole, Black, black as coal. Make me fall without thought, Feeling broken and distraught. Tripping over my own feet, What fate will I soon meet.
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Darkness swallow me whole, Black, black as coal. Make me fall without thought, Feeling broken and distraught. Tripping over my own feet, What fate will I soon meet.
+16 one minor swear word at the end, lifted from the soon to be deceased DarkStablish. #NightDwellers Come down the rabbit hole. Oh it goes deeper yet. Mesmerising things bestow.
#flashfiction. #flashspearefiction. Three witches,. Brewing prophecy,. Whispering darkness. To a general of a. Scottish army,. Duncan grants a nobleman,. Nagging wife in. Murderous persuasion,.
I want more than I could ever get. consumed by desire, throwing a fit. there's nothing left to take. I've stolen everything. sitting on a pile of wants and needs.
Down, down, Deeper down, Into the murky depths, I drown Inky black slide Slippery, steep.
Darkness seeps through the cracks. My amor, now under attack. The sirens sound, but I don't fight back. I let my walls crumble while I laugh, a laugh that belongs to my other half.
Disillusioned by my kindness Being thrown in the dirt Repetitive, time and time again My body, mind and soul, hurt I got up one night, couldn't sleep So in my garden I just quietly stood Enough of...
In the greenest of our valleys By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace- Radiant palace- reared its head. In the monarch Thought's dominion- It stood there.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some...
There was once an odd man who lived on a hill, Dispassionately watching this world full of ill, His zeal, surreal and so much did he feel, Casually tossing yet another bill.
It is ice... Yet liquid. Chilled, frozen hard but flowing, caressing my every vein and every artery. Directing my every crimson muscle in to a motionless hibernation. Pale blue with streaks of silver.
Alice sits alone. Gently weeping, on the floor. The Cheshire Cat has gotten fat. And doesn't smile any more. The caterpillar seems. To have emptied out his bong.
Travels led to distant path, Surrounded by the devil's wrath, A lonesome road of nightly gales, On which sunshine had set sail, Leaving only gloom and despair, With fear hanging in the air.
#Augustwriteaday #Death Looking up from underneath, fractured starlight covers me, reflections taint as my heart sinks, and my head goes under...
Sinking,. Deep into the murky water. At first I tried to save myself. But it was impossible. The rope around my wrist began to burn. The anchor which is attached, pulling me down.
Let me float back to the place Where you found me, With every breath becoming less Of a promise I was free. Drowned beneath the flow Darkened power Less of my fading soul For you to devoir.
Part One|Night Black veil clouds the moonless sky, All visions cold and shadowed darker, Jade and stone, all seeing eye, The night, surreal and filled with laughter.
I used to be an angel. Not one bad thought, kind and pure. I treated people well, guided them. I used to help, be useful. Now I've fallen, turned to darkness and I'm trapped.
Everyone thinks the opposite Of light, is dark, I know. But on the eve of march 15th I proved the answer's "no".
Based on Shakespeare's Macbeth #shakespeareinspired Three witches sat and predicted, something that would make his heart sing.
I feel the sea, It's calling, Salt spray on my face. I hear the waves, A-whistling, 'The ocean is your place.' I take a step, Move forward, Suddenly waist deep.
Driving on Route 66, Six piercings in my ear, Three sixes for the Devil That's what I always hear. As if from a mirage, Near the City of Sin A house should appear, Drawing me in.
To look upon such a simple thing, as it sits there so still & so smooth, calming, not disturbing anyone.
The old sailor, gray with experience and tough with wear, pointed out into the moor at a fine sail boat. The lantern in his hand dimly lighting the surrounding area caused the dark water to sparkle.