Paralyzing

Like a deer in headlights I never seem to move On when it is clear I should if I don't Want to be hurt -Kel Dayheart

Blackout #134

It meant the world but it seemed silly now.

Soft breathing: in. out Eyes strain to see its prey The hunt has begun

I refuse to walk On someone else's grave

A cruel fate, to die While still breathing

Life would explode but her pride stood in the way.

Monsters do not just Hide beneath the bed. they too Can have human faces

With bloodstained teeth He bares them In a parody of a smile

The ancient oak tree was ablaze. He loved the tree more than me.

How to raise the dead To dance among gravestones Devil gets his due