You hear it
Outside your room,
Almost like a whisper.
You lean closer
Knowing no one else is home.

All night
Things have been
Out of place:
Moved, scattered, tampered
Destroyed.
You keep looking
Over your shoulder.
Is someone there?
You ask yourself.
But only darkness
Awaits your gaze
Until now...

A figure, almost golden
Yet, you know you are alone
Only the stranger outside your room.
Again, you lean closer,
The breathing now a faint whisper:
"Reactivated"
The voice says
As you turn on your flashlight.
Shia surprise
He lunges towards you.
Slamming the door,
You are now safe
From Shia Labeouf

Deep deep red almost black eyes
Dark scaly gleaming skin
Jagged razor dripping grin
Slimy and infectious

Chizzled arms and torso
under a flexible scale exterior

Muscles rip
Powerful
Tall
Fierce
Talons with spiked knuckle speers

Eternal evil aura
Magnetic death surrounds him
******* life from hope
and crushing it all around him

He brings no mercy
Just agonizing pain
Mental and physical

There is no running
There is no hiding

He possesses the physical
speed and agility of a time warp
And the mental capacity to
encompass the universe
Though he needs niether

He knows your thoughts

Always

He manipulates your thoughts

Always

There is no battle to be won here

Just continued control and *******

He is my Master
And i am his servant

I am his Master
And he us my servant

The Demon is him
The Demon is me

sing on, on and on the
wind my breath
to the breast of heaven sang,
loud braven, in tenacious tenors
with a soprano course
a bass tone
rhythm
up
up
and,
what if heaven
only appreciated or even heard,
the meaning and the results the
same.
And, when I finished.
I smiled.

She makes me so happy that I can't explain what my life would be like without her.
She has been there for me in some pretty bad times.. even when I didn't want her to find out I was in pain.
She knows me more than I know myself.
She shows me different sides of me that I didn't know existed.
We've had some fights and there are still times when I want to bash her head in with my own fist.. but I love her death.
I would risk my life for her and I know she would do the same in return although I won't let her.
I can't stand to see her upset, it makes me feel like I have to make things better so she can be happy..
But she pushes me away so it gets harder to do.
We are inseparable.
We have been with each other since the beginning and we'll end that way.
Seeing her happy and laughing can brighten my entire day.
I am lucky to have her as a sister.
Even though I may get mad and push everyone away, I appreciate that you've never given up on me.
Thank you makayla :)

i watched her wash away
the blood from her fingertips
amazed
she looked
with an
amorous gaze
what are you afraid of

Once a flower has been plucked, it’s death only brings room for another to grow

love is seeping
through the walls
again
a desire left unkempt;
waiting for her
to say
it's okay