Deviant swords

slash impure souls

naked core daggers

strike lust in heartbeat

dangling fear of exposure

forbidden love.

#ForbiddenLove #Challenge #FearOfBeingCaught

I️ live in fear,

Don’t we all?

When the clock hands

Move fast against the wall.

I️ was so afraid of dying,

That I️ became scared of living

And now I️ work fast pace

To the sound of my sighing.

The trees are bare once more

And I️ still haven’t woken,

The world’s still spinning

Just as it was before.

Well what’s the point,

If we only ever speak in rhyme?

The same letters rearranged

In a futile attempt to form something

New and strange.

Lightning flashes in the night sky

I soon hear the ticking of time go by

The hour is late

And I must work at a speedy rate

Slowly, and carefully

The potion is poured on the tombstone and goes in

Rain pours so hard can't hear a drop of a pin

I chuckle to myself whole-heartedly

Tombstone starts to shake

It feels like an earthquake

The potion works

Now my departed is back and crawls

Moves closer towards me

& Away from the graveyard

In our own backyard

His lower body I can not see

He moves much faster

Only a few inches closer

Charges towards me with great motion

Ready to devour and eat my entire brain portion

#NotEvenDeathShallKeepUsApart

#Graves,DeadBodies&Vows

Mama

My skin moved today

Rose bulging

Fell flat

I think I'm full of worms.

Mama

Save me

It's gross and I am scared

The little feet touch my inner flesh

I think they blocked my veins

My skin got white and wavy

I can't breathe anymore

I need to get them out

Or they'll eat my bones

Mama, please

Am I dead like you

Contagious parasites

Populate my heart

They squeak inside my head

They move along my lips

Their shadows blind my eyes

I need to get them out.

Mama

Now

I have to rip my skin

It's letting them hide

...

Inside my mind

Fear has legs like a spider

As it crawls slowly up your body

The goosebumps appear as your eyes grow wider

It has teeth that bite

Sharpe needles that tingle

That awake you in the night

Fear has long spindly fingers

Wrapping around your throat so you cannot breath

It´s presence lingers

It can take away your voice leaving you with but a yelp

Cement you silently to the floor

So you cannot even call for help

Fear can make you feel alone in a crowd

It whispers secretly in your ear

Or screams so very loud

It can be simple or cunning

In plain site or in the back of your mind

Following you slowly or cruelly running

Fear has many shapes and faces

Ready to get you anywhere

In public or quiet secluded places

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close your eyes. hold them closed. tightly, until the black behind your eyelids turns into colorful shapes and lines. imagine you are elsewhere than your bed, your room, your house, your town, your country, your planet, your universe. you float through nothingness. your fingertips go numb, then your arms, then your chest, then the rest of your body until you don't feel like a human being anymore. just energy.

and imagine that the energy runs out. spills out of you. think of how you felt when you were young and scared of the dark and what it hid, how you felt when you were called on in class but you hadn't done even half of the assignment, how you'd feel if one day you were walking home from the store and you were held at gunpoint in an empty parking lot. what would you feel beside cold metal on your forehead and sweat running down your temple? what is there left beside that energy?

what is left when the masked person standing in front of you shouts at you but you can't even hear because you're paralyzed? when he pulls the trigger with his shaky fingers? when the bullet pierces through your skin and skull and brain? what is left beside blood and bits of what once was your brain and a pair of cold, dead eyes?

what's the only feeling left?

The night is young and the air hovers with cheap whiskey and the stagnant breath of the nocturnal alcoholic, however, there is more to be said for those who roam through the vacuous sheet that is the night.

Possibly an unsatisfied career choice which led to a financially stable middle-class family.

Maybe a beaten down marriage cradled by the innocence of their offspring who keep them civil. Or just the young college dropout loathing a painful childhood that led to the maxed out credit cards and desolate bottles of Crown Russe. Nevertheless, I am here to fulfill the fantasy of a drunken one night stand and to give companionship to the splintered crowd that I now call my customers.

fear.

being scared.

it’s all a hypothetical construct

afraid isn’t a thing for me,

except in one case

sure, I feel nervous

but nothing makes me quake

like the thought

that with one wrong move

I could fail

the game of life

I could slip up

and lose it all

see harsh faces laughing

blinding rays of sun

scorching my eyeballs

while I lay on the floor,

looking up

and so fear

isn’t an option most times

so broken

maybe this is one thing I

can

do right.

The only thing that ever came out of that mouth of yours were lies. You lied so much that I couldn't even tell you when you were telling the truth. You twisted your corrupt words into food and fed them to me until I was full of lies about how you saw me or how you felt. "I love you"s thrown around like seeds, you hoping one would plant in my brain and grow into a rose telling me over and over that you loved me. But now you're gone and I can see right through you. The rose thorns stabbing my mind, making me numb when thinking about you. You hurt me.

And I'm afraid to love anymore.

My biggest fear out of a world filled to the brim in hate is to love. You broke me, trained me like the little puppy dog I am to sit and stay when I should've ran.

I am so afraid that I can't love anyone, I can't let anyone love me.

And so I hurt.

I hurt myself and the people who want to love me. This fear constantly whispering in my ear making me push anyone and everyone away who tries to help me. I built a wall around my heart out of the bricks you threw at me, but I locked everyone out and left me inside alone. My heart is empty, never to be filled again and it is because you lied.

They say lying is such a basic thing that humans will and always will do, but the amount of lies and hatred that came from your sweet lips I didn't think was humanly possible. You hurt me in ways I never thought you were capable of. Tormenting and torturing me with your words and actions and yet I still love you

And thats why my fear is love.

What is so terrifying about the paranormal? What is so frightening about monsters under the bed? They are harmless. No. What is truly petrifying are the minds of men.

How do you know what the person next do you is thinking? How do you know if there is a person plottinig to murder anyone they find on the streets? How do you know that the guy sat next to in algebra didn't plot and plan how to kill each of the students in the class and get away with it? It is truly terrifying when you ask someone how they would kill their victims if they were a serial killer.

What it originates from is the demons a man or woman faces every day. What do you suffer from? How would you kill? What haunts you?