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Them.
Twisted smiles around swirling black forms
Tendril darkness forming into groping black hands
Clinging to the scalp as a flea
Sinking into the pores and crevices of the mind
Corruption needed here and there it may be
Claws of changing motions dig into the squishy substance
Forever controlling what the subject may do or not do
Causing doubt and paranoid chills
Eyes are everywhere that run their gaze over me
They look down over their prey and laugh at once
Speaking in riddles that do not make sense
Loving the words they tie onto this one's fingers
Tightening them until they turn blue and rot
Watching.
Waiting.
Debilitating.
Masterminds.
THEM.
Tendril darkness forming into groping black hands
Clinging to the scalp as a flea
Sinking into the pores and crevices of the mind
Corruption needed here and there it may be
Claws of changing motions dig into the squishy substance
Forever controlling what the subject may do or not do
Causing doubt and paranoid chills
Eyes are everywhere that run their gaze over me
They look down over their prey and laugh at once
Speaking in riddles that do not make sense
Loving the words they tie onto this one's fingers
Tightening them until they turn blue and rot
Watching.
Waiting.
Debilitating.
Masterminds.
THEM.
Published 27th Dec 2011
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27th Dec 2011 2:12am
are eyes without minds
looking but not seeing
don't notice them
for they are nothing...
Good read Chandler.
looking but not seeing
don't notice them
for they are nothing...
Good read Chandler.
28th Dec 2011 1:37am
It's amazing how many things can fill the voids in our minds. Filling it with fear and even worry . They will play games and make puppets of us. As we lay still in the darkness but never alone. Are we? As always A+
28th Dec 2011 2:18am
The mind works in both wondrous and debilitating ways, the lonely feeling that used to be hated now needed and yearned for...
