Radiant corruption is what flares around the silhouette creature in my dreams. Whatever motion it makes is blurred but it leads the trail of depletion. Sucking of life and all emotion relevant to succession. Silhouette creatures now bloom from the floor, I walk and turn to view my surroundings. I am surrounded by them, they open their arms and run to me. I feel my eyes become vulnerable to light and air, theyre now bloodshot and I have flashed thoughts coursing against the grain of my will. Gnawing at my conscious and urging me to be as I am. To be beast, to be feral. . .I close my eyes and hide within my thoughts, filtering the doubts. These white lies are saying that Ill be okay: albeit I know I will not for sure. Suddenly Im woken and in bed, I turn and sigh. Facing the wall, feeling as if abrasions have been caused within my core. Beneath the skin, along my ribs, the cage of bones now aches as if briefly pushed apart. Did something try to escape?
Posted on: Wed, 10 Dec 2014 05:51:08 +0000
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