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[aid] => mick
[title] => midnight
[time] => 2004-07-13 17:28:24
[hometext] => the clock strikes midnight...and something stares...a bat flies confused out of the smashed window...and inside my room i wake up screaming...
[bodytext] => the bed shakes the room trembles and i quiver... tears are streaming down my face and the moans from the ghosts outside make me shake harder my bed is sqeaking my hair is stuck to the sweat i cant scream for help though inside my head im crying out HELP ME O GOD PLEASE ! SAVE ME O GOD ! i hear the laughter and i try and pull my cover over my head but the flesh eaten hand from underneath my bed clamps it tight and im struggling to breathe even my own room,my safe,my hide-away has become unsafe there's nowhere else to hide you found me everywhere you broke the spells i cast you read my thoughts you lingered in the pit of my stomach just...listening to my blood rush through my veins i had no place of my own i had no light to shine through the dark i just had a blunt match useless...like my prayers now my door swings open and the hinges fly off i gasp you look worse your eyes are sunken into your face your nose looks bony and pointish your lips so thin and mis-shapen that your jaw line is confused with them so pale so white you look worse than dead you hear is scattered with dust and your eyes glow red in the dark the clock is ticking away madly it must be midnight nearly just a few more minutes of pain you glide over to me and grasp my throat i can feel your bony fingers clenched around it i struggle as hard as i can but my vision is becoming blurred im waiting for you to start it.. and as always you reach into your pocket and pull out that shiny blood stained dagger you lick the end and run it past your nose you smile smugly and i wince as i fell it penertrate my skin my blood rushes past it and stain it the 6th time im coming closer to the end but it seems to long to wait... i feel you let go and i fall and forget this nights event...and dream of shapes and hands reaching and deadly fingers and blood patterns... i wake up my head cold with sweat my stomach is soar i unbutton my clothes and i let out a voiceless scream in blood stained letters it has 'midnight' [comments] => 2 [counter] => 168 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Hannah_Heaven [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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