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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
gamefollow the stargame by lil-meka
to the mountains
say the words
to open the gate
where chains will drag you
to your death.
Hospital Collection: NamelessThere's an anorexic patient with meHospital Collection: Nameless by RosaryOfSighsx
in the mental health ward.
I've never heard her speak
or touch her lips
to the plastic hospital food.
Her skull is wrapped in
the alien fingers of
a pale feeding tube.
And I wonder if she's still
the keeper of her soul.
Her wrists are as frail as
the silver threads
of delicate spider webs.
Her skin is fragile
I've never heard her speak
or touch her lips.
She's just another patient
(without a name).
Her eyes are lifeless,
And I wonder what that makes
who sees only
Ungrateful ChildYou ungrateful little wretch.Ungrateful Child by Raaawr-artist
Call yourself a friend. Wanna bet?
Stop hiding behind a fucking mask.
Stop ignoring everyone, stop leaving your issues for everyone else to sort out.
Your running our of time,
The mask is crumbling..
Now it's time you took the bullet.
You dared me a while back "come on then, be horrible",
Be careful what you wish for. You have no idea what you would be getting yourself into. I can be a good friend. But I can also a cruel fucking enemy as well.
Don't Test me, or ill help that mask fall apart quicker than it is now.
You need to pick up your act.
Your getting one chance.
Better take it.
Your pushing your luck,
Don't forget it.
I consider you a good friend apart from these moments.
And I don't need to take it, So i'm going to make you realise, that if you keep being ungrateful, if you keep being a child.
If you keep this Ethnocentric mind set...
Then you will lose this friend.
Lets see if this means anything to you eh?
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
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