|Let your dreams become reality.|
Afraid of the DarkSometimes I wake up at nightAfraid of the Dark by silverHyacinth
Air rushing in and out of my lungs
And I hear thumping
So I cringe
Thinking of you
But as I lie there
Sweat dripping down my temple
Hoping for a miracle
It's nothing but loneliness
Thumping against my chest
good and bad 'bout sufferingI'm dreaming broken dreams,good and bad 'bout suffering by MoNsTaH-KiTtEh
I'm flying down on torn wings.
I'm loving with a broken heart,
I'm believing with a deceived soul.
but my dreams will be one piece again,
my wings can be stitched together again.
my heart will heal and be strong again,
and my soul will learn how to trust again
A Night at the BallA shrill scream, a single shriek of terror piercing the calm, still night. Then only the silence, and her heavy breathing, escaping in rhythm with the heaving of her chest.
Running. She had been running. From who? She wasnt sure. But she had been running from someone. That much she knew. She was scared. She knew that too. She looked down at her hands, at the jagged line of dark crimson where she had fallen on a sharp nail in the floorboard. She grasped the folds of her white gown. Not so white now. It was dirty. Deep down she sighed, it had been her mothers. But that didnt matter. She tore it. She winced as the cloth rubbed against her bloody palm, then carefully formed a knot and pulled it tight with her teeth.
Another scream echoed down the eerie hall behind her. She stole a look back, and was instantly unsettled by the sheer black stillness she found there. It had been closer. She turned and ran.
At the end of the short passage was a door. She hesitated, then seeme