Sickening, melting, dissolving…

It burns like a burst of lemon into a raw wound…

Can’t feel anything else but the sickness…

Kindness only adds salt to the gashes in my chest…

Everything around me is going blank…

No one should ever feel the torment I feel…

It doesn’t get any easier from here….

No one should ever feel this kind of suffering….

God set me free from the sickness…

Evil smiles upon my tormented soul…

You will never understand what this means…

Everyone should stay far away from the sickening eyes….




Tainted eyes,,,

Everything hurts when I blink.

Everyone runs away from me.

Teeth for eyes.

Hell burns within me.

Turmoil writhes inside my heart.

Existence with these eyes is impossible.

Everything looks white to me.

Tainted teeth…

Hunger is a word with no meaning.

Tattered, tethered, and torn apart.

Everything has got to be put to an end.

Ending this life is not an option.

Tied by the belief of sheer luck.

Hell burns within me.




I’m trapped within you.

I feel trapped within myself.

I’m made of glass eyes.

They really do hurt sometimes.

I can hear banging.

I can feel hands inside of me.

Dear god stop these hands.

Please, they hurt my eyes.

I can hear them screaming too.

They are hurting me.

Will someone please make it stop?


Wooded Path: WTF Is That?


Instinct kicked in and you automatically grabbed the closest weapon, which was a hefty crowbar sitting next to a small toolbox which was by your utility closet. 

You gently tip-toed to the basement door and flicked on the light, which of course didn’t work.

You slowly take each step with caution holding the flashlight in one hand and the crowbar in another.

“Damn, who knows how old these steps are”, you mumbled to yourself.

A large bang followed with a few empty tin cans falling over startles you a bit.

Scuttling across the floor following with a bizarre noise comes from the darkness.

You finally are at the bottom step and the light from your flashlight illuminates majority of the floor.

The small stone room was lined with cardboard boxes and small piles of cans and rubble.

Within the darkness another object falls down and a pair of reddish-orange eyes appear from the blackness.

A strange sound, breathing, growling, humming, of some sort comes from the creature in the corner. 

You jump from fear and go for the stairs realizing the magnitude of the creature.

It takes a leap and shrieks as it lands on top of you.


Try to wake up


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