Across the horrid creek of diminished and hidden dreams
A world that is so dismal and isolated
My cries soundless, My voice killed in all of my words
The world that is of me. Harbor of anguish. Home of grief
Once illuminated with affection, now lighted by lies and deception
Sometimes I want to join the deceased. The cold, harsh wind is calling me
I can't ignore it
All my joyfulness is sucked by the Vampire. The Vampire that destroys unity
Voices....voices intruding in on me. I'm my only shelter I have
Scaring me is Vampire's elation
He uses his rough hands on my shivering body
His breath smelling like the deceased
He says I'm next to die. I can see him. I can hear me
He speaks so faintly
Your are mine I control you....
This is the world that is of me
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awesome write. please be sure to put the option in your notes. thanks for entering
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jeeze!! this was... wow. deep. the best described, best vocabular, it was like i was asleep and dreaming it was happening to me. wonderful job!
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