Cracks

Porcelaine

A/N~ it helps, if u listen to the song continuously while reading this nightmare~
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tick-tock...
tick-tock...
tick-tock...
tick-tock...
tick-tock...
tick-tock...
tick-tock...

..I ran..
My blood; pouring out of my pores, painting my skin Crimson.. It's warmth running across my surface like hot oil.. Burning my flesh..

..my heart was pounding, with every beat my life came closer to death, I could feel my ribs starting to crack from the pressure of my beating organ..

With every breath, air became nothing more than a dream.
My life, dragged out of my body, leaving me as a hollow carcass, with nothing but fear coursing through every fibre of my fragile frame..
I kept running, fleeing my shadow, as fast as my little legs would carry me...

Their laughter, haunting me, chasing me, yearning for me to join them...
My sisters, my brothers, hiding in the shadows; lifeless puppets strung up by wire..

As candle light fades I am immersed into darkness, their world, the world of my demons, where everything is clear yet shrouded by shadow..

tick- tock
tick-tock
tick-tock
tick-tock

It starts again, the music fills my mind.. I see memories of nightmares past float before my eyes..
I can hear them laughing, whispering, calling my name in a lifeless moan..
Their cold fingers clawing at my spine, frigid, dead, without remorse.. She wants my life.. She wants me to feel the pain of her life.. She wants me to suffer..

My mind screamed as tears ran down my blood stained face, my school uniform torn and shredded.. Knees grazed beneath my shorts.. Stains of death cling to my skin.. I can hear her behind me.. The tortured laugh of children's souls.. Her slow ticking, counting the seconds to my death.. She follows me like my shadow..

..Her glass eyes burning into my skin.. Boiling me alive in an intense furnace..

..Her lips stained black with the blood of forgotten children.. Curved into a satanic smile, waiting, the anticipation of her next feed...

..her smooth porcelain.. Corrupted, Shattered by the scars and cracks of her forgotten childhood..

..neglected.. Abused.. She lives through the lives of the departed.. Any remnants of logic destroyed by the darkness..

tick-tock
tick-tock
tick-tock
tick..

I died.. My time was up.. pierced through my heart.. Impaled..

..my blood.. Finally being put to use.. Instead of fuelling the life of a worthless child..
The laughter.. The tortured sounds of my memories.. The ridicule.. The pain.. A knife to my throat.. Barbed wire.. Piercing my heart.. Death was a welcomed feat..

..I was seven years old when I died.. This time..
..Sleep eludes me..
Yet I am forced to die whenever I close my eyes..

..what type of life is that to live..

..death is the penultimate goal.. Every night.. A new nightmare..
..every night death is welcomed..