The True Happiness of Creation
Posted on 27 December, 2017
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My sight of deathly glare that drains away that which makes you sane. Only at nothingness may my eyes peer, and as such, my curse be sealed. In the darkness I hear the walls whisper my name; water drip upon the floor, having coursed…
Category: HorrorTags: darkness, fear, flash fiction, Horror, short story, terror
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Bones are that which keeps you here
Turn to dust and your soul will yield
Forgive this old fool
For the mistakes he’ve made
Leave me be and let the past fade
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