As the bitter darkness grasps that last shadow of day and covers the sky in black leaving you with that chilling thought of being alone engulfed by shadowy figures screaming for a way out you barely realize this is not a dream. Bleeding from every pore, the excruciating pain that twists your spine as your eyes feel as though they are being torn from their sockets. You beg for an end to the torment, but the only person that can release you from this dark form of hell is the one you left behind rotting and withering away into your past. You are that person, that beam of light, you are your only help. You have been twisted by lies and pressured by peers who you once thought to be your closest friends. You chose this path and it’s up to you to reach out and grip that rod that will lead you to yourself once more, for you are lost and there is but one way out.
I love writing, and I know this entry sounds kinda dark and creepy but thats how I like it so deal with it!! and have another!!
Death lurks in shadows of torment. Ash runs through ice cold veins. Adrenalin pumps driving you insane. With a knife in your hand you’re a step away. Tears run dry you remember her face, a hint of glory a touch of grace. what once mattered now is lost. blood runs cold, emotion runs hot. one more motion one more step, to end a life, there is nothing less. but a life is so much more than blood through veins. a single breath a single word could change the world. to the world you may be nothing, but to someone you might be the world. throw it away for something that's nothing or just hold tight for one less life could change the world in so many ways. your words your touch is just enough to make a change to make the world a better place and if not the world a single soul who means more to someone than the world to all... your knife your fall could change it all.
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