March 11, 2011
The darkness is something beastly, oozing down the walls and puddling on the floor. It closes in on me quickly, coming in from all directions, making it inescapable. I gasp for breath, feeling the heavy weight of it crushing me, my lungs now useless. I cower underneath my heavy blankets, but the presence of it is still there. There is a coldness in the room, the air is thick and sticky, and every movement I make is slow and exaggerated.
I’m not alone, I feel the chills down into my bones. There’s something there. I can’t see it, or hear it, but I feel it, and I know its there.

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MyConstRuctd_IdentiTy said...
Mar. 20, 2011 at 10:07 am
It's creepin' up on me... *shivers*
A_Fate_Unknown replied...
Mar. 15, 2012 at 10:17 am
honestly i like your work alot. i enjoyed the rhymeof breath and useless, its not perfect, but it works well
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