Trapped...Toward this mirrorTrapped...
Inside this box Of ornaments and poppies Of bloodied sheets and gowns Of floating goldfish upside down Of candlelight and ouija boards Without a particular scent or feel Without a space to breathe Light trickles in only a crack All to mingle with those whispers My fingers touch one inner wall The side that constructs the box is thin The other adjacent to it, heavy Of steel and iron so searing to touch Sandwiched between these caved-in walls So alone and frightened Feeling loss of freedom now Feeling numb and beautifully di
The Broken Promises of SummerThe Broken Promises of SummerThe Broken Promises of Summer
The dry heat of Summer sticks to your throat You taste it, relentlessly dripping over chapped lips It makes you hungry…hungry for the truth Of everyone and everything, dancing, rejoicing Revelling in the radiance of the sun Suddenly, the coldest tear slips down your cheek As your eyes grow pale, and the dreams begin to slip away In the folds of the blazing horizon And you bleed forever of an envious heart For Summer has left you far behind.
Myriad of DreamsMyriad of DreamsMyriad of Dreams
Breath feels heavy, self-fretting Now it’s time to awaken again To the dreams you stole from the night There, they’re dancing Reveling in your own insight
CHORUS
Whenever it’s real It’ll be dreams again Wherever it’s dreams It’ll be real once more
Fragments of light trickle into your consciousness Revealing the truth of what you could be Whenever the light dies down and fades The rain will comfort you In a silvery parade
CHORUS
Whenever it’s real It’ll be dreams again Whe
Ghost SongGhost SongGhost Song
I am a Ghost I am not here You do not see me Yet it is I that you fear
Even as the hours are gentle with light You cling to your sheets, all shaken, with fright Fearing you’ll be witness to my soul-stirring flight.
But you do not see me I am a Ghost A spirit, an entity,
No longer the Host Sleep you now, child You have nothing to fear For I am a Ghost And I am not here.
*drops down from the celling n watches you while hanging upside down*
:}
-NecropsY
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Fingers missing from hands - Ready to snap bones and necks, periced together from dead tissue - body parts crudly sewn, Brain half dead - hungry for flesh
Many souls condmening my existance
I should have remained Dead...
Very thoughtful a detailed work you've done so far, and I'm looking forward to your future works. Hope you find your place here.
Goodday,
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oderint dum metuant
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