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She always felt a split-second behind her own body, as if her movements belonged to someone else and she was just watching them arrive. Under the gaze of others, the lag narrowed.
( Bit emotive if you're sensitive, probably not for the faint hearted... ) You've got your beer by the bedside, And the blood's all up the walls.
One day I was slowly walking while humming a blissful tune it felt as if something terrible was going to happen. Just after that I arrived at my flat, I pushed the front door of the flat and bang.
Evils newest serving drone, With a heart as cold as stone, Tears that never bleed, Her brain the only seed.
He's around every corner, And in the alleys of the street, Looking through shop windows, His untruthful face you will meet, He's on the screen of every Mac, And on the page of every magazine, He's on...
The stalker behind me. Is freaking me out. Run to the sun. Will he go, well I doubt. Run to the light. He keeps getting taller. As the sun reaches noon. He has become smaller. The moonlight comes up.
I very rarly do this. Tap into one of my schizophrenic sides that is.
Weathered down hands shake and brittle dry lips quiver. The time had come. A blistering gust of wind passes through. Then suddenly, calm..
I guess her screams were more than a memory. Like lungs filling with water. Like skies turning into darkness. A shadow, a spirit killer. The floor still had a violent creak.
[W] ait, I have an offer here, it's one you can't give up [A] nd we have this drawing, I wish you the best of luck [L] ull you with my words, convincing one and all [K] ill your self, please don't,...
I see these things but no one believes me I see them, I see them right now.
A thousand distorted voices Trapped behind the glass. Taking a moment to fleet, Letting the pain pass. A thousand distorted voices Shouting to me as one.
It started fine. But slowly it was changing. From a dream. To a nightmare. This cant be happenig. I need to wake up. But i realize. Im not dreaming. This is reality. My reality. And its changing.
#opussdystopia • Chapter II - Ghosts Take us to a place where a fantasy can take shape, Write of frightening tales where we can't wait to escape.
His dreams seeped from his mind into the world. The terrifying presence that it brought. The demons free from in his head. Are out and must be fought. They tear at the reality of the world they're in.
Dread perches at the top of my stomach, waiting to drop. Like the filthiest wub wub wub, in the dirtiest warehouse in all the land it inevitably descends like a crushing weight.
Your soul is sinfully wicked, Your past full of darkest deeds. Your heart as black as the darkest shadow ever seen. Murder is no stranger to you, the knife an extension of your body.
I once found myself sleeping all alone, one night, dusk till dawn, in a deserted old home, big dark damp house in the middle of nowhere, any friendly souls considered rare, The air infested with...
There's a monster in the mirror. Looking back at me. It's eyes locked on mine. Refusing to break free. There's a monster in the mirror. It's gruesome beyond compare.
Mystical and graceful, Yet so strong, so powerful. Sneaky whims, haunting spells, Together, questions will dwell. Eerie sights creep in your eyes, Rebellious master of disguise.
Cloaked in darkness he makes his move. Chokes his victim her breath he removes. Wearing gloves to leave no mark. Sparing no malice he has not a heart. Dropping the lifeless shell he takes leave.
Seconds out of my first reception I look inside myself.
You helped me and my mum for ages. All day. Had dinner with us too. Dinner was only a pizza with us sitting on boxes in my room. That wasn't good. Or I didn't feel like it was.
My eyes are burning again, my stomach turns as I hear your voice close to me. The anger inside boils over the edge of my limits. Control... Keep control.