What truths exists within the clockwork of our...
if not the evil machinations of cruel Gods...
Walking through the dark cruel world,
Steps with fear...
Last night again
you appeared...
The moment u immediately realise the situation...
Ya start to become over powered by fear...
Slice goes the blade across my thigh. Slice it...
Crumpled peace of paper a single sheet coated in...
As the clock ticks time dissolves into memories...
My blood freezes as their high- pitched
vile shriek echoes from the close by forest...
If only they knew the last of the string was...
Each day that passes by; going over the edge gets...
Looking into the eyes
Eyes of hate him self...
The puppet dances frantically in the shadows of...
Her fragile strings so tightly wound...
It banged in the door when we first met,
somehow both louder and quieter...
The day was dim,
and the clouds were gray...