Twisted Whispers. by derangedx-xinsanity, literature
Literature
Twisted Whispers.
The words are leaking from the tip of the ball point pen and sinking into the skin of the paper quicker than I can read them. Within moments they are evaporating into the air and I'm uncontrolablly inhaling them. Flying off the page and circling around me like a pack on hungry wolves to a rabbit or deer. Dancing in the black sky, teasing the stars with their elegance; angering the rain as they douse the Earth in emotion. Shunning the cold away with an embrasive sunlight, they could be considered a savior or a menace. They are gone as quickly as they came.
The night is crawling out from behind the naked trees; an unwelcome presence I am dread
Her long blonde hair is draping down her back. Shes staring intently at the grey sky, eyes glistening with tears. The tree's long,lanky branches are jerking violently in the wind. The gravel is crumbling under the pressure of her feet. Her body grows still as the coarse bars rattle with the powerful gusts of wind. Once gentle hands pull angrily at the black iron gate. Fear pounds in her ears, causing a cold sweat. In vain she gives up. Her slender frame crumbles to the ground with a certain elegance. Blood trickles slowley from her knees, staining the cobbled road. The satonic whoot of an owl sends chills down her spine. The corroded gate see
The moon has been hanging in the sky for some time. The room is dark, my thoughts are circulating throughout the air. My body is beginning to ache. My mind is playing games, tantalizing me. Exposing something desireable, while keeping it out of reach. Rolling around, tossing and turning. Trapping myself, twisting my body into the covers. Once my eyes seemed to shut, I realised I was staring at the ceiling. A dull hum fills the air. Im talking to myself again, the shadows are getting sick of me. Secrets are spilled continually, to which only the shadows hold privy. The sun flashes its colors throughout the sky. The shadows have faded off these
The winding staircase never seems to end. I feel as though Ive been traveling consistantly, not to cover any distance. There is a light at the top, somewhere up ahead. Looking back makes my stomach flip and insides twist. Looking ahead makes me scared, makes me feel hopeless. I dont trust myself enough to close my eyes, and move ahead blindly. I fear myself enough to not want to stay still either. My legs are growing weary. My chest is getting heavy. The air is thickening. Im shaking here, in this damp stairwell. Terrified of what lies below me. Frightened of going farther in the unknown darkness. Pacing back and forth is wearing away the ste
Its Haunting Me. by derangedx-xinsanity, literature
Literature
Its Haunting Me.
The clocks hand is spinning in reverse. The skeletons in the closet are focusing on me again. Laughing at me through the walls. The voices in my head are hurting. Its becoming to much to bear. Im waiting for my ears to bleed. The dim light is flickering. Teasing me as it retreats back under the door frame. My eyes are pleading with the clock to continue its normal cycle. An unknown substance is seeping from my veins. I can envision your lips, curling into a satonic smile, laced in joviality. If this is your pleasure, your idea of beauty, then this must be an amazing sight to behold. I am thrust back into my padded cell. Below the threshhold o
Overpowering Emotions. by derangedx-xinsanity, literature
Literature
Overpowering Emotions.
Contentment has had his dance. Many other emotions have had their turns to spin me in circles over the past few days. My feet are beginning to sore, and a nagging cramp is beginning to creep up my side. I want to stop, but a sudden thrust sends me into the middle of the floor. He beckons for my hand, pleading for me to dance with him again. My eyes are scanning the room for someone to come along and whisk me away from the temptation of this dance. Onto my knees my pathetic form falls. My will being attacked from any angle he can reach it. He knows if he waits there long enough, he will get what he wants. The memories of the past are beginning
Gentle hands drag themselves along the rough, cold stone
Icy eyes loose themselves in the rainclouds
Metallic metal shimmering in the sunlight
Lets absorb this rare heat
So willingly given
The rain is where we belong dear child
Come on, its okay
Hold my hand, Ill show you the way
Step in the puddle now dear
Fell that chill?
Cutting to your bone
So deep it doesnt even bleed
Dont cry now, everything is alright
Wipe your tears, dry your eyes
Dont be scared
No one is passing you by
Wind blowing through your hair
Sing dear child, sing your heart out
Enjoy this day, remember it well
Etch it in your head, embed it on your heart
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Bleak darkness is blacking out all around me. The thick fog is hard to breathe in. I cant see where Im going, I can only feel pain sinking is sharp teeth into my heels. Running. Spurred on by the sharp stabbing of painc and fear. Direct flee is futile, but flee itself is inevitable. Blindly carrying on, lashed by the branches and bryers in the dark. Simulating a movement to that of a wounded snake.
Cold shudders are accompanied by the endless ache all over my body. Growing weak and tired. Slowley slipping away. Around me things are growing faint. Savagely attacking me, smashing me under the cruel weight of depression. An obnoxious crackle as