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It's eleven at night and I am tucked in bed with my teddy pulled in tight and yet slumber is nowhere to be found. My room is dark except for the tiny bit of light emanating from the corner where my cheap night light resides and I find it ironic that my cheap little night light was placed to provide me comfort and give me a sense of safety. However it provides no such reassurance as I know the monster fears no light and his appetite is far too vicious to bother with a tiny night light. I hear him coming down the hall; his footsteps are heavy and scrape across the floor as he drags his feet. I can hear him hit the walls as he sways back and f

She looks up from her mother's shawl Taking in everything she saw From the darkened skies and crown of thorns To whips and nails as his mother mourns The pain and agony, is more than she can stand Blood flowing through this helpless land, Tears travel down her sweet young face Wishing for that saving grace Her mother pulls her tight and near Trying hard to calm the fear But in this dark and desperate time Where faith becomes a punished crime A small and precious, lasting gift Made so easily and so swift Given to those who are right and wrong No discrimination cause its all who belong The little girl, no longer in despair Bows

She pressed her forehead against mine and assured me that all would be o.k. With the tears trickling down my already dampened cheeks, I couldn't be comforted by her words. The choice was mine to make and yet the pain was more than I could bare. I crumbled to the floor and she joins me; her arms wrapped around me tightly and my head nuzzled in against her neck. I breathe her in deeply and her scent soothes me almost instantly. I take mental inventory of every second we had spent with each other up until this moment. These moments will be all I have left in the aftermath. I felt like I was drowning in this pain and the promise to remain forever

Dark nights, hungry eyes, grasping at my coveted soul Drowning in despair, suffocating in the air of the dead Clouded visions of a faceless huntsman, falling into a shallow grave Fear penetrates to the very depths of my core, ripping out my life, leaving a hollowed out shell of a lifeless being Breaking the spirit, pushing me further into the dark unknown Whispers fill my empty head, taunting, haunting, inviting I peer up into the depths of my tormentor realizing the evil emanating from this dark abyss The smell of decay flooding all senses He leans in, enveloping my corpse A face appears, chill inducing sneer, translucent skin. Man

These shoes of mine have been everywhere with me from the top of a mountain to the bottom of the sea These shoes of mine are like the story of my life rough around the edges tender and kind inside These shoes of mine have been laughed apon and teased and though they seem not to care they hurt deep within These shoes of mine are better than the name brand you wear because you see, mine have been everywhere and have a lifetime of memories.

Her breath shallow labored leaving her body in warm wisps dripping in despair Her heartbeat racing thundering pounding in her chest pumping feverishly Her soul weak shattered quivering in fear looking for it's exit Her mind clouded lost searching for the answers searching for clarity Her life slipping fading begging and pleading for a quick and painless end.

She walks in the door after a long day at a dead end job and before she has the chance to rest she has to start her second job of taking care of everyone else's needs in the house. She is worn and tired yet she can't seem to stop for a single moment. Whether it be that she fears it might stall her long enough to keep her errands and chores from being completed or that it may cause her to stop indefinitely. She is ongoing in her struggles and yet undeterred from it. From the outside looking in her peers see a strong hardworking woman with a tough exterior that seems impenetrable. But coming form a child that she bore, I know better. I know the

Death comes for me now, in the dark. It's not how I expected, hoped for, prayed for. It's slow, painful, torturous. The air  weighs heavy as it approaches, invading, suffocating. I try to scream, cry, pray. All I have is deafening silence. This Dark Angel closes in on me. It's face is a vancant black abyss, that stretches into the depths of nothingness. It's frightning, horrendous, hopeless. My thoughts race to find a way to quicken this. Anything to hurried the process, I look about me for an answer - but alas my efforts prove futile. This is the end and my Soul is whats to be gained. God, please save me, take me, heal me.

I see the innocence in your eyes You never see me coming I'll take you by surprise I'm vicious and conniving Your first reaction is to flee Though you'd never have a chance You can't run far enough from me My skills are far too advanced I become your weekend friend You promise I'd never be anything more But we both know where that promise will always end A fleeting memory out the door Soon I become your only ally The one you faithfully turn to The one you could never deny The only one to sooth you And as you become more dependent I root myself deeper, no longer the inferior Your former self begins its descent You lose all h

“These black tears of mine run down my face in despair. Why do they run? To flee from the sadness that has trapped my body. I don’t blame them, I’d run too if I knew that I could escape it.”