February 5, 2008
Current theme: The Haunting
The strangness dismays
The pictured ghosts rearrange
The lost are displayed
Sleeping in the bed
Pressure pressing downwards
The sheets become taught
Frantic mind, cold sweat
An icy grip on the heart
Paralyzation
Bed spins to ninety
A greenish light pervades all
Putrid miasma
Faint, distant screaming
The walls are dripping with blood
Darkness chills the skin
The shadows twisting
They're snaking across the floor
Sick smell of sulphur
Howling of the dead
Undeniable lust for blood
Scratching of the nails
As the banshee wails
The corpselight takes its own flesh
And the house grows quiet
The strangness dismays
The pictured ghosts rearrange
The lost are displayed
Sleeping in the bed
Pressure pressing downwards
The sheets become taught
Frantic mind, cold sweat
An icy grip on the heart
Paralyzation
Bed spins to ninety
A greenish light pervades all
Putrid miasma
Faint, distant screaming
The walls are dripping with blood
Darkness chills the skin
The shadows twisting
They're snaking across the floor
Sick smell of sulphur
Howling of the dead
Undeniable lust for blood
Scratching of the nails
As the banshee wails
The corpselight takes its own flesh
And the house grows quiet
posted by Ink and Stone | 9:36 AM
4 Comments:
Lay off spicy food ...
Especially late at night.
Dreams are more vivid!
LOL, I did have a dream that I was in a haunted house... that's what inspiree this. Don't remember enough of it to write in the other blog though.
ha, and now I have to go to sleep... will I see another daylight?
Well written.
Hiya ricardas, welcome to the site!
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