Abandonment circles overhead Anger and betrayal whirl above Loss swirling with the other fears hanging above me
Aware there is more terror but terror seemed to be the shadows of bigger more savage fears that daily threaten to overcome me Fears influence my behaviors leaving shame in its wake Shame that I let fear control and rule my day
Helpless as my mind is preyed on by a flock of savage vultures A threat pestering my mind Pushing me into brittle depression
Resignation too bleak an end yet still a temptation I nearly...
Love defined through personal connection Unique like fingerprints Powerful and wild as if it two wolves building together Distancing others opinions and disregarding warnings Only strengthening our connection even if its dangerously creeping towards dark chaos
Red flags are a challenge for us to overcome Dancing with the demons in each of us Allowing enemies to stay on the edges of friendships Safety and safe people an unknown and ambiguous territory
Pain allowing both relief and familiarity Eerie feelings poking the mind...
For years, the monster has pursued me even in my dreams. Now he’s standing before me.” -Melanie Raabe
Silent and inky inside the best As he weaves his web Patiently waiting for a beautiful lady to come along and become entangled in his crafty trap The type of trap that lets me, the beast, project the type of guy she dreams of being with Such tactful rotten lies
The beast targets insecurity and the need to feel loved and valued Because it is easy to trick, ensnare and finally destroy the damsel in distress Savoring breaking those...
Perhaps I haunted her as she haunted me.” - Daphne Du Maurier
Brutality caresses her skin Enjoying the delicate softness Breathing gently onto the nape of her slender neck Allowing the wildflower scent in her beautiful hair to Overwhelm evils sense of smell and Invade its memory
Sensing her tense moments Charged with fear and a dirtied arousal Intoxicating and enchanting The beast appreciating hunting her Pursuing control and domination of her spirit …of what makes her who she is
The dust settles. The air warms. Spiders spin their webs. No one is there. Darkness hides. Darkness deceives. Darkness is within. Waiting...” - Minette Walters
Clicking the mostly plastic lighter Heat from the small flame seeping into my chilled skin The crackle of the devils lettuce filling my lungs with its catatonic smoke Holding it inside my lugs letting some of it settle into my blood as if its dust Relaxing smoke becoming spiders creating suffocating cocoons around my agonizing demons Inhale… hold it until it's kicking to escape… fall in...