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SilverJaye
4 days ago
Canada

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Prey part 2

For a while, there was a vast nothingness. I had succumbed to the void and assimilated to it. There was no pain or joy. Only the slight general feeling of reprieve. It was only when the sound of a door unlocked, my heavy eyes fluttered open. “Victorine, m...

Prey

Might continue this in the future

It was when the clock struck midnight that our eyes met across the golden ballroom. His darkened gaze sent an icy finger trailing down my spine. I watched as he weaved through women in extravagant gowns and men in polished suits. Effortlessly keeping his...

In the cold dimness, I hear it shriek A single tear runs down my cheek As it approaches, the floorboards groan and creak I hold my breath and dare not to speak I crawl to a corner in which to hide in Sweat binds clothes to my skin My heart pulses, my visi...

I’ll never truly be ready The air is thick, my breath is unsteady Blurred vision, palms are sweaty The weight on my shoulders is overwhelmingly heavy Hope beacons through speech Peaking through bars in the dark Golden glowing hands are just out of reach U...

Cracked marble floors, extinguished candles Hanging from the ceiling, a chandelier dangles Shattered mirrors, withered paintings Dust coats the ornate wood carvings Take a seat amongst the wreckage Play to the phantoms a melodic message Let your music rev...

Polish the armour and sharpen the blades Paint the skies with red shades Beat, bash, and break their puny barricades Bask in heroic accolades Shields raised, swords drawn Powerful cries bring a new dawn Ambition thrums in our hearts, fears withdrawn No se...

Compassion, to him, came naturally He would consistently find empathy and humanity When circumstances were dire, he understood the gravity Rain, snow, or shine, he was there for his family Classic rock, motorcycles and adventures Sunday dinners, Christmas...

He sits wearily on a withered throne Rummaging through the consequences he had sown He cannot cast blame; His choices were his own Left to handle the destruction; alone Citizens cry out in the city streets An alarm reminding him of his defeats He grips th...

Riding the coattails of false hopes Hoax, Hoax, Hoax Illusions of a stable safety Built on a delusive contentment reality Hollow questions and responses Promises, Promises, Promises Devastation occurs even with good intentions Honeyed words fall flat with...