Note: so thoughts and feelings at the mo, needed to write something just to feel a bit connected. Sorry its a bit depressing.
I’ve been here so many times before and yet I’ve never learnt. The abyss which draws me ever so close with promises of peace is more like a curse. The abyss it calls me with words so sweet, yet the comfort for which I yearn is hiding a secret longing; its desire to rend apart my being.
I’ve listened to its lies and been wooed by its call pushing aside all thoughts of logic and hope. I’m desperate now to feel at peace that I’ll listen to its sirens call. I know what will await me, the co
Blue Halu and the Mystery Spot by orangebarmy, literature
Literature
Blue Halu and the Mystery Spot
Disclaimer: The characters contained within belong to me :-)
Summary: A little bed time story for Mikey
Note: For competition Culinary-Alchemist is having
Blue Halu and the Mystery Spot
Blue Halu was the wildest wiggling woggle of Fairy Tale Lane. Every day he awoke with a big grin on his face ready to face whatever adventures were awaiting him.
One particular morning he woke up as usual, jumping from his bed and stretching out his wiggling woggle arms excited to start the day. He was distracted almost immediately by a spot moving upon his bedroom wall.
Scampering over his bed he attempted to stand on it so he could
There is a house upon a hill
With four strange creatures staring from within
They are the creatures who give you fright
Upon your bed in the dead of night
Their skin in green
Their eyes are black
They cast strange shadows
From the shells upon their backs
No one would go to the house on the hill
Not even a child on a dare or a whim
For the creatures that lurk in the house on the hill
Are no longer teenagers but the monsters from within.
Who is this person
Standing before me
A flawed version of a fake reality
Who is this person
Why can't they see
This is not who I am wanting to be
Who is this person
What am I not
The one who started this insane plot
Who is this person
Who shall I be
The person they desperately needed to see
Who is this person
I no longer know
Now that I have no place left to go
Who is this person
Standing before me
A cracked version of who I dreamed I'd be.
A coridor of eerie black,
No shadow do I bear,
A fear of darkness should grip me,
Yet now I wonder on,
A strange lament does echo forth,
Why do I heed its call?
What hold do you have on me?
An icy breeze against my skin,
Brings shivers to my soul,
If I grip you hand,
Will you drag me down,
A silence falls; the lament does end,
The blackness deeper still,
What hold do you have on me?
I'll close my eyes,
I'll pray to dream,
But you have this hold on me!