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he stalks towards us (or is it me?) slowly carefully his frame looms over us he is larger than he should be it doesnt make sense how is this possible he climbs the walls hes a demon his spindly figure hangs from the ceiling he hangs like a spider, feet rooted to the ceiling, his fingertips brush the floor, I can hear the scratching from here he drags his nails along the floors, walls, cheshire smile illuminates its detailess face it is black it is humanoid but barely

stop don’t move if we move we die stop hide he comes in the night he comes to collect us we are his collectibles he claims us as he own everytime. run hide there is only small chance of escape we must take this chance Before he gets us if he gets us there is no hope no nonooooooo RuN HeS Here NOOOOO

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“But these words people threw around - humans, monsters, heroes, villains - to Victor it was all just a matter of semantics. Someone could call themselves a hero and still walk around killing dozens. Someone else could be labeled a villain for trying to stop them.”

— V.E. Schwab, Vicious

the lost souls gather here in the deep It is the only place were safe look hes comiNG dONT LOOK

In the dark he comes. he stalks towards us through the trees nonononononooooooo he is here in all his monstrous glory taller than a skyscraper he is here to swallow us to ingest us. he digests us that is what he does that is his function he breaks us down into tiny pieces, fragments of ourselves thats what he does in order to control us he takes our parts and ruins them simultaneously we dissolve like glass returned back to our native  form tiny particles of sand

You can feel it. the malevolence in the air. It is heavy and hangs like lead. You can Feel it slowly oozing down and you, slowly, over time, the metal drips down onto the crown of your head, unnoticeable at first. it was designed to be that way. Slowly it creeps down faster and faster and before you can comprehend what’s happening, you have been smothered by it. the thick ooze of liquid metal has buried you, entombed you, locked you into its clutches for eternity. IT GOT YOU

as the darkness fades in I come out. I am the shield that covers our body protecting it from him and the violence that seeps out of his very core. it oozes out of him like toxic sludge. it stains me and my bed sheets.

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I want to be out I want to be free But I cannot for She controls me

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there is no point of attempting escape for he is everywhere all at once he is inescapable we try to fight back but he is too strong it hurts us so much tho owwwowwwww once he has ahold of us We are lost we become the lost souls victims to childhood savages and thieves

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At night the stars bounce off his skin in the moonlight. he stalks his prey with absolute conviction. he is the hunter and I am the prey he desires most. he wishes to consume me, to rip the flesh from my small bones, to tear and claw and kill me he’s coming heS COMING HES COMING

Its so deep and dark down here. he lurks deep down there in the dark so you cant see him coming thats how he gets you. thats how he got me. you can find him down there with the bones of the lost souls. he has taken them for his own. what he does to them is a mystery that few know of except those lost souls they know each sensation as he RIPS them limb from limb they know what its like to hear their own screams echo off the walls of the abyss they have been entombed in.

in the dark he comes creeping, creeping quietly on socked feet down the hallway for a clandestine meeting. he cannot wait.

it comes now in the dark there is nothing but the darkness inside you and it eats you alive from the inside out it has stolen your soul with its inky black tendrils of self hate and disgust. it digs its claws deep into your spine sliding throug vertebrae like ice piercing your soul. it is here you die.

My body does not exist for you to find comfort in

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I wonder If I peel away my skin, to reveal raw bleeding flesh, If I rip hair from already swollen scarlet follicles, If I use my bloodied fingertips to dig newly formed scabs from my aching skin, Will the pain stop? No. So why must I Peel away my flesh, Rip away my hair, Dig scabs from my skin In the vain hope of relieving pain? It is a compulsion. -

thepowerwithin

Stop and listen to the unspoken words that fill the silence. For the universe, so incomprehensibly beautiful, speaks only very softly. Delicately. It may be quiet, but it remains, as vast and as marvellous as it’s always been.

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I dream of death every night. In these dreams, death takes various forms: rapists, cannibals, hunters. I am stalked by death through the night. With no defences, I am easy prey being hunted through my subconscious. Every night, I beg for help, sobbing and screaming for anyone to help, just please help me, but not a soul will heed my cries. I am ignored. I am left to the desires of inhuman beings who’s only aim is to use me as they please. They want to consume me, in every sense of the word. It’s as if the only satisfaction they gain from life is to take every aspect of mine. The rip apart the pieces of me, leaving nothing but an empty husk of a human being who once had dreams and aspirations, who once knew how to love and be loved, someone who could feel things. They tear apart my mind, robbing me of happiness, joy, contentment and leave behind their poison of numbness, self-loathing, fear. My mind is devoured by the monsters who use me as sustenance to satisfy their depraved needs. In the dreams, they are unstoppable. A relentless force that overpowers any and all who stand against them. They convince others to assist them in their hunt for the last shreds of my mind and body. These people believe them wholeheartedly and join the ranks of the predators, becoming their hunting dogs in this high-stakes game of cat and mouse. It is impossible to resist them. I am consumed by the monsters. They are relentless. They track their prey with impunity, the only thing that matters is the satisfaction of their own needs. So they take and they take and they take, slowly stealing every piece of me they can rip from my aching soul, destroying everything that stands between them and their desires. To them, the lives of others are of no consequence. I am of no consequence.

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