My eyelid cracked open, it was dark inside my room. I shivered, hows is it possible that there's a breeze? I'm in my room... I thought. I saw my breath leave my mouth as I huffed.
Then there was something else. I wasn't able to see past the red peachy color. What? I stuck out my hand and couldn't feel anything, I couldn't even see my hand. The fuck...?
I touched my face. It was skin. Skin had grown over my eyes. What..? What? My breathing became heavy and I began to hyperventilate. NO. I scratched my face, tearing and peeling off whatever I could. I felt the blood splatter across my hands. I ripped my face apart until I couldn't see anything, for I ripped right threw my eyes.
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Just A Bit Of Darkness
PoetryMy personal favorite would have to be 'I always see him'
