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I killed my family but it has taken me 12 years to realise this. The large wooden door at the end of the garden stood against the wall. Chipped-wood poked out from the door like hedgehog spikes. The blue paint seemed to have faded over the years. Don’t go behind the door they said, ignore anything strange. It’s normal for the door to shake as if someone is begging to be let free; - it’s normal for the door to make odd noises like a dying animal. It’s normal for the door to gl

Anita sat at the piano with only the light from the fireplace to illuminate the keys her hands so gracefully danced upon. Her soft brown hair flowed down past her shoulders, shaping her slender face. Her green eyes glimmered with every flicker of flame. The white dress she wore made her look even more delicate and regal than I had ever seen her. She played a slow tune that mixed with the sound of rain tapping against the window. The call of the wind that whistled underneath t

I’m lost, running through a forest of dead trees; twigs crack behind me. Long slender shadows take shape beside the trees as I pass them. They are watching me. Taunting me. Playing with me… and they’re getting closer. --- The morning had rung brightly all around me, like many before It. I often went on walks into the forest beside my home, enjoying the way the birds would sing to one another from across the branches. A glorious sun shone through the tall trees dressed to the

Weep for the God of Light like the prophecy foretold, the end is in sight Hella holds on with all her might, hit by an arrow uncontrolled. Weep for the God of Light The mistletoe has a deadly bite. Everything was safe and controlled, but now the end is in sight It was the trickster's delight Hodr's arrow and blindfold weep for the God of Light Without him nothing is right the chaos of Ragnarok unfolds weep for the God of Light For the end is in sight.

Hide, for the ripper plays on London streets, smog at his feet Blood is what he craves; in blood, he bathes Run through the London maze he is the butcher and you're his meat Hide, for the ripper plays Can police stop his murderous craze? When ladies of the night sleep on concrete blood is what he craves; in Blood, he bathes Too late, you'll never see the morning rays He'll never stop till he feels complete Hide, for the ripper plays Blood is what he craves; in blood, he bathe

Liberosis Free me from these chains I have set upon myself Lift the sky from my shoulders Cut me down from the great oak tree I no longer wish to care because to care is to no longer be free Let my soul be consumed by the sea where I am vast and carefree Let me be as calm as I want to be and wild as I am meant to be without judgment and without thought. Let old age be the bring

My body hurts as I lay on the hospital bed, staring at the walls, waiting for her to visit me, to comfort me. To see her in all her beauty again would bring joy to my sick heart. Virginia stands in silence in her white dress against the hospital’s white-tiled walls. She doesn’t say a word, even when I implore her to speak. I need to hear her soft voice; I need it to soothe the pain that rings through my head and down through my brittle bones. When the sound of one of the nurs

“I give easement and rest now to thee, dear man. Come not down the lanes or in our meadows. And for the peace, I pawn my own soul. Amen.” https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sin-eater (A local legend in Shropshire, England) ------------------------------------------------------------- I shall not walk down the golden glen, for my soul will never be cleansed. I walk down a lonely road and the path glows with flames. Eat up, Sin Eater, for I have sinned plenty… Nor bread nor ale can