"Red is the color of blood, blood is the essence of life. life is the opposite of death, death is the end of all humanity"- Death from somebody stole my heart.
(Warning! Seriously crazy girl with a laptop, bitch personality disorder and writers block! a cornucopia of morbidity, bizarre and somehow fatalistic thoughts coming your way! :D this is the graveyard of her nightmares, the unfinished stories of haunting and murder, suicides and psychotic episodes! You have been warned! You will never ever be the same again!!!)
"what's worse than seeing a ghost in real life? its when you see them in your mind because honestly what you imagine is ten times worse than reality." -wallflower
My mind is a jumble of thoughts and ideas waiting to come out to the surface, dreams and nightmare come together in an orgasmic explosion that jerks me awake every night my mouth opened in a silent scream of voiceless suffering. Too many voices, too many shadows they’re at the corners of my sight, their on top of me pinning me down to the earth, their right below me dragging me to hell. I stay awake at the witching hour, seeing the ghosts of my reality float above me, laughing and pointing at me. I smoke at dawn watching the sunrise as smoke curls up in ashes; the only time I could have a connection with heaven is when my breath blows the smoke towards the skies- a vision of my last breath. A reenactment of how a soul may rise.
What am I suppose to do? Kill myself? I don't think so... So I'll just be content to murder you! That’s right YOU! How? by letting you enter my mind, and see what lurks beneath the shadows, you may find it tedious or boring but I assure you part of me will haunt you in your sleep, and when that happens you are mine!
Because you took a part of me with you...
Are you ready?
YOU ARE READING
the mind of a wallflower: short story compilation
ParanormalThis is where my short bursts of inspiration goes too :D
