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Under unfounded skies; My soul has been buried alive. A dreadful fear creeps in, as the treading sound comes closer. My bones can barely make a move to hide. The dark creature dwells out every night, in hunt for skin. He prowls in; With the hunger of flesh in his eyes. His cursed fingers, Burning my skin. Not a place left unbruised from the greed of his pleasure. My Soul bleeds out, as he thrashes himself into me. The pain ebbs to my bone Giving me a wailful cry. It keeps dragging me down every time I make an attempt to climb out o' this hell. If only you could listen; You would hear the crashing pieces of my Hope. A Hope to escape my Destined World. ***** for several nights. I'm the voice of a 3 year old girl.
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Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 10:12 PM UTC
Is this my Destined World?
Under unfounded skies; My soul has been buried alive. A dreadful fear creeps in, as the treading sound comes closer. My bones can barely make a move to hide. The dark creature dwells out every night, in hunt for skin. He prowls in; With the hunger of flesh in his eyes. His cursed fingers, Burning my skin. Not a place left unbruised from the greed of his pleasure. My Soul bleeds out, as he thrashes himself into me. The pain ebbs to my bone Giving me a wailful cry. It keeps dragging me down every time I make an attempt to climb out o' this hell. If only you could listen; You would hear the crashing pieces of my Hope. A Hope to escape my Destined World. ***** for several nights. I'm the voice of a 3 year old girl.
Sometimes I don't get , what is this world?...where are we living??....
megan14
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Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 10:12 PM UTC
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