Conflicted

Blue Ice Cold Cutting through the skin like a knife Bubbles pouring out of my nose As I sink lower and lower I keep reaching for the light and almost make it But black tentacles snake their way upwards Low whispers About the past Slowly and sensually gripping me Trapping me in my memories They’re

Shelter

Hiding Curled up Rocking back and forth As you push your mind into a corner A dark corner Soft, smelly, calm no-one allowed in no-one allowed out Still smiling Still laughing still functioning but your mind is switched to trance where no thoughts will disrupt your forced calm

Time

Time heals all things… Or at least that’s what I’ve been told… But I never get that time… Too much to do, too much required… Nobody will understand if I explain that I need to relax…chill… Heal So I tell myself I’m overreacting, I don’t need any time Just suck it up, buttercup But now

Demons

Scarlet moon Prophesying doom Barren landscape As fears hold of you they take   The voices The screaming The shadows of the dead They are my demons   Ones I have killed   They haunt me every day They torment me all the time Their voices, their last breath as I took their life… Creating

The Strange Encounter

Welcome to all my new followers! I saw this and decided to write a story around it: WARNING: THIS STORY IS NOT FOR CHILDREN, PRE-TEENS OR EARLY TEENS AND POSSIBLY FOR MIDTEENS, THOUGH IT COULD BE SAFE FOR AT LEAST 15 YR OLDS. ONLY LATE TEENS AND ADULTS. REPEAT: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE