For your scares and demons.
Would it frighten a little kid, does it frighten you?
Here it should be.
In Tundra by Drakard-14, literature
Literature
In Tundra
Trapped. The feeling that swallows you whole As the plane touches down. No colour, no sound, Even the screeching of metal A whisper that settles Defeated on white mountain snow. From forever to endless A shattered horizon Impaled by the clamoring crags. It is cold in the valleys It is dark in the forests Where the pines steam foggy and ragged. A lurking, a prowling, A dread in the trees, In the spaces that lie in between. Do you see it? In shapes unkind and unlikely, At once both seen and unseen. Trapped. And knowing that no-one can reach you Where the ice fractures bright Under haunting green light. See its teeth white as bone Its tartarean groans From woods old since the sunrise was new.
Sometimes, to stay inside my skin I have to hold it with my nails. Compared to pain I bear within The pain of loving simply pales. Sometimes, the sky is plainly black Without a ply of playful rays. I`ll fight for skin that lays my back For years that my body stays.
I have a folder full of papers And I don't know what they mean It's been years since I wrote plea deals But I'm having better dreams I left my tongue with monsters In a place that might exist Promised harpies not to talk about Their teeth marks on my wrist This man that sits above me Looks like all the ones before Give or take his gilded building And imposing courtroom doors I'm not impressed by liminality So carefully contrived And I'm not 'friends' with bourgeois judges Just because their words are kind
I can't feel my hands right now
they're clenched in fists too tight.
Mommy says I must be brave,
but I can't start a fight.
So, I smile and grit my teeth
and I can't do much else.
Contradictions swallow me,
I'm locked inside myself,
when I pray, I can't hear God,
I think I might be deaf.
My inner child has come and gone
and I am all that's left.
Anger makes my tummy ache
at night when I'm in bed.
I keep myself preoccupied
with voices in my head.
In my silent, darkened room
my sheets feel cold and wet.
I'm numb to my impending doom,
I suffocate in sweat.
Then the feelings disappear
and hope
179. Lovecraft's Asylum by AprilONeilsTickler, literature
Literature
179. Lovecraft's Asylum
A man named Randolph Carter rocks back and forth in a corner repeating "Warren? Warren? Warren?"
Dr. Herbert West is being taken away in a straight jacket,
claiming that he cheated death and brought a freshly killed medical professor back to life.
Nearby, a young lady screams inside a padded room, horrified at the un-nameable creature she recently gave birth to.
A whole New England ship crew is tested for insanity
because they claim a winged humanoid squid made them ship wreaked.
One of the crewmen told a nurse it all started after they lifted a statue of the creature from beneath the sea.
All the while, the main doctor at the asylum writes a
Three inches of blood has been shed,
the afterimage through the eyes of the dead,
red descending from the torrent and the fountain,
stain of madness on top the white mountain.
Grotesque formation hiding in from the cold,
twisted heroes boldly rising against Satan's hold.
As the shadows fall and the kingdom fell
I now walk into the wild room in hell.
Fighting the world with eyes sewn shut
through chaos and solitude, laughter's not enough.
Upon the awakening, broken, angel wing
above the altar of perversion, here I am king.
Alone
In this ghost town
Surround
By the fog
A deadly approach
For each step I take
Only two missions
Survival and escape
I can feel it in the air
Of this town that is Silent Hill
The blood covered floor
And the smell of death and hell
Will I survive
Or get out at all
Can I get through
This dangerous fog
The monsters that wants to me dead
The cursed of the Pyramid Head
In a town of death and sorrow
I have to survive like there not tommorow
This town will drive you insane
This is survival mind games
They tear you b the stem
Something that can be unseen
I am not safe here
I have no place to go
What danger awaits me
Beyond this thicken fog
A mysterious glow,
In the light of the snow.
Tears fallen within the sky,
Its okay to cry.
A storm of darkness,
Into the calmness.
Silently screaming into the dead of night,
Despite the fright.
From white to grey and fading to black,
Remain to scream from an attack.
Monsters from the dark,
Frightened away from a spark.
Voices and whispers,
You whimper...
You hear them growl,
As they howl.
Keep on running,
Its still snowing.
Get ready to fight,
Don't get caught in their bite.
Mixed with the snow it turns red,
A feeling of dread.
One of us,
From a single cut.
Eyes Have Me
The hours till daybreak crawl slowly by;
I lie in my bed and I try to sleep.
Something keeps me awake;
I scarcely know why.
It seems that something slowly, surely creeps.
I have that feeling, long and deep,
That eyes are upon me.
I am cemented to where I lie;
I fail to rise, although I try;
Yet I still breathe and I do not die.
Still, I cannot break free.