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In darkness I linger. Your dreams I eat. Not made of tissue. Nor of meat. In nightmares I lurk. On screams I feed. No soul I have. Pure fear I breed. I'll tell you a secret. I don't like being me.
#colour Warning: Grab a cushion. Get some tea. Get comfy. He'd found it. He stood transfixed by its beauty, so close, he could almost touch it.
#nightdwellers #beginningline The crimson trail disappeared into the night... Tangy spatters from her sweet veins, I feared as I fully regained consciousness.
Day -1 So here I am, lost in a maze of harsh fantasy. Everything here seems so... Vibrant. The colours reflected off the iridescent leaves seems to glitter with a hue all of its own.
Designed to fight fear She strides with pride Once only under the pale moonlight Her head held high Nothing will stop her In this brutal life And not only beneath The star covered sky Her eyes now...
Your best features and finest traits. Forms all we see on her skin. But the glass in which you see beauty is fragile. This perfect layer is only too thin. Oh how innocence is an act of the dark.
Slipping through the cracks of a damaged psyché. Slivers of the man I used to be. I can no longer find him, he's not close at hand. No one can help me, they don't understand.
The Boy was a happy little thing Singsongy voice that always rings But lately somethings been bothering him Spreading goosebumps on every limb "Hello," his shadow screeched evily, all dark "Hello!"...
This opuss is about guilt, and what it can drive people to. (it's pretty much an expansion on my last post) Guilt Is a very scary idea, a self destructive force that can be caused by so many...
Gaze into the mirror, The reflection's not my own. The dark long hair beforehand, Acquired greyish tone.
Alan sat quietly at his scathing performance review, wondering if his ability to discern the hidden inner species of other individuals was a gift or a curse.
The virus took the poor boys breath first, and raised his temperature. His elder sister was terrified for him and hadn't moved for the month he'd suffered.