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Obsidian Haunting
I had a dream I was kissing you
Your hands were all over me
Bruising and breaking me
Hands that morphed into claws
Your mouth degrading into fangs
Your skin cracking open, slicing open
Glittering obsidian pushing outwards
Stabbing into my flesh, piercing into me
You told me you'd never let me go
That no matter how hard I ran
Or blocked you and hid you would find me
That you would haunt my dreams
And be the basis of every single nightmare
Your obsidian hand wrapped around my throat
Silencing any reply I could possibly make
And I just laid there; silent as you went on and on
About owning my body, my heart and my soul
I felt the chains tighten on my wrists
I knew that this was the end of me
But then a door open and light poured in
Causing this demon nightmare to scream in despair
And your monster form faded away
And there you stood... You
Looking sad... And lost... And small
And you whispered across the room
Why did you leave me?
Your hands were all over me
Bruising and breaking me
Hands that morphed into claws
Your mouth degrading into fangs
Your skin cracking open, slicing open
Glittering obsidian pushing outwards
Stabbing into my flesh, piercing into me
You told me you'd never let me go
That no matter how hard I ran
Or blocked you and hid you would find me
That you would haunt my dreams
And be the basis of every single nightmare
Your obsidian hand wrapped around my throat
Silencing any reply I could possibly make
And I just laid there; silent as you went on and on
About owning my body, my heart and my soul
I felt the chains tighten on my wrists
I knew that this was the end of me
But then a door open and light poured in
Causing this demon nightmare to scream in despair
And your monster form faded away
And there you stood... You
Looking sad... And lost... And small
And you whispered across the room
Why did you leave me?
Published 24th Mar 2020
Author's Note
I always forget his side... And I'm trying to grow... But he haunts my dreams and my nightmares
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24th Mar 2020 8:53pm
You have face the nightmares to find the meaning and come into the light. Keep on writing.
25th Mar 2020 4:44am
29th Mar 2020 7:20pm
Deeply moving, well written. It plays in my mind like a short film or a video to a symphonic Gothic video. XXX
29th Mar 2020 8:06pm
Your comment and your profile picture brought a smile to my face. Thank you.
30th Mar 2020 10:39pm
Frightening nightmare indeed, only to be dwindle down to scared individual. Sometimes demons are scared themselves of something greater.
Epic write Blue.
Epic write Blue.
1st Apr 2020 3:18am
Incubi shy from mirrors? So goeth ooooold grimoire advice. I always took that allegorically. In other words, put a light on the blight, watch it shrink from sight.
I've had to constantly fucking BOLO for situs that start all Diego and Freda and end up all Sid and Nancy. There's that lycan side of lust from the dysfunction that really emerges in dreams, when you're seeing clearly.
I've had to constantly fucking BOLO for situs that start all Diego and Freda and end up all Sid and Nancy. There's that lycan side of lust from the dysfunction that really emerges in dreams, when you're seeing clearly.
