Schwarze Albträume

The beginning

Schwarze Albträume. Black Nightmare. Darkness is black. Nightmares are dark. Some people love the dark. Some people just can't help being messed up. Some people are afraid of death. But only because they do not laugh at it. If you do not laugh at it you will be afraid of it. Killers can smell fear, and they enjoy that. If you're afraid of death, thy will be dead before the moon shall glow. Your path will no longer be lit. Eternal Darkness will be your existence.

There was a little girl. Her eye's as blue as the bright mid-day sky she could no longer see. Her dress like a dolls gown. Her long, braided, brunette hair. And she was very pale, with freckles spread across her nose and cheeks. Maybe some on her forehead.

She stood, confused in the middle of an abandoned building that was under construction. The walls and floor were cement, and it looked like an unfinished parking garage that you'd see in a city. That she would no longer see in a city.

The silly, silly little girl yelled for help. But only attracted the darkness, no help. Once the foolish girl realized her mistake, she fell to the ground and curled up like a crippled spider in fear. Though she hated fear, it was the only thing she could latch onto. It was the only thing she felt. Not then realizing that she was alone, cold, and unwanted.

But like the silly people you are. You have not learned from one's mistake. Even the silly girls mistake. What was her mistake? The answer is fairly simple. She didn't know when to keep her trap shut. She called for help, therefore attracting the darkness. Can't you see? There is no help. No light. There is only darkness and decay in this world. False hope and false dreams. It's a false reality.

Another young one learned that so. But in a dark, dark way. Picture a beautiful, pure, innocent, long blonde lock girl who could fool thy as goldy locks, walking down a road. What she had with her were a family of squirrels. Fluffy caramel colored tails and all. She loved them dearly, as I saw, maybe even her own pure, innocent, and young blonde life.

She walked and walked. Endlessly and tiredly, down the long highway. You could say it was as long as the path to hell, which was where thy little blonde was headed. Except, she did not know of it yet. The only thing swimming around in that girl's head was flowers, smiles, happy thoughts. Makes the devil sick when thinking about those positive things.

No one understood why this young girl was so positive all the time. Even thy own parents did not understand their daughters thought process. Now, this she did know. So she ran. Ran far away. Away in the forest days away. Away from the horrid people she once called home. The funny thing is, she now thinks this forest is her home. Young silly girl. Can't you see that thy don't belong anywhere? Not even here?