Lights are going to fade,
Back to fluster the page,
In random heat through a forgotten sword,
The water slides, red, green, and blue,
Flowing a thin line,
Of chaos, that will never, remit,
Given up through the course of time,
One you will never get back,
Though regret through the holes in the wall,
The cause of the pain,
You wish you didn’t have to use,
To express yourself fully,
Losing yourself and your soul,
In the process,
Not healing until a better,
Outlet comes by,
Remembering everything that was said,
Twisted up in the fold,
What is left behind,
Feed on it.
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An Adventure Through Hell
Emaciated arms covered by the tiniest bit of flesh capture me, holding me close to its decaying form. Gnarled and thin fingers pull my dark hair. Screams of anguish surround me, somehow reverberating from the empty chasm. I punch and watch as bits of grey flesh disintegrate into dust. Scratching at the caverns where its eyes should have been, I could only hope for an end to this hell. The sounds of torment continued, assaulting my ears with one tremendous roar.
By Isabella Rose2 days ago in Horror
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The pain of a soul....well expressed
This was so poignant. Loved it so much!