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Seclusion
Disconnected wires,
Rotting corpse,
Milk drains to bleach.
Chipped nails,
Maggots drooling from grin,
Scales emerging as the static begins to blur.
Hide inside,
Close all the doors,
Nothing is safe.
Paranoia makes visions flash bright,
Room spins as the clock melts down,
Inhaling the mute air into sick lungs,
Defenses aware of all movements,
Don't breathe or they'll see you.
Fiend on my shoulder,
Never look back,
Fiend dancing on a mirror,
Eyes roll back,
Hanging before the judges,
Guilty of treason,
Escaping tool.
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Comments
Smiling Devil Says:
This really makes me think of a book from George Orwell named 1984. I like this very much^^.
mercury yume Says:
very interesting mood, I actually like how it feels like there should be more, it creates suspense, and there is enough set out that I can see a conclusion in the near imagination without having it written out for me explicitly. Less horror and more fear, nice to see you branching out :)