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A Sky So DarkA sky so dark,A Sky So Dark by DeinoLilith
All Gods would tremble
At the sight of this black abyss
Only stars dare shine'n cascades;
And this night shall be your grave,
Darker than your sinful thoughts,
No more sun to shine at day,
No more clouds to hide the darkness.
A nothingness that spreads
From a corner to another,
From where skies dare touch the ground
To where all your dreams shall end.
A sky so dark,
All birds would vanish
Singing no more of their thrills
Leading swiftly to their fading .
No more stars would dare to shine
Lightning part of this dark Heaven,
All you hear shall be an echo
Of your once untold, lost dreams.
Beneath the MachineThe rustling of fallen leaves caught underfoot, or in a gust of wind, is typically considered a pleasant sound. The same could be said for raindrops pattering on the ground, although most people would prefer that with a roof over their heads. I used to think such noises were soothing, too, but after living in the Walden boardinghouse, I am overwhelmed with a sense of primal dread when I hear those sounds, or any similar tones. My friends thought my anxieties and high-strung behavior were the results of my time in France. Shellshock, they called it. While their speculation was understandable, I experienced a different kind of horror shortly after I moved to Brooklyn.Beneath the Machine by Cosmic--Chaos
After living like a near-tramp for two years, I managed to scrounge enough money together for a small apartment. It was far in distance and in quality from my childhood home in Long Island, but I had aspirations of living on my own before I had to enlist.
The Walden Building’s exterior was faded and shabby; a dull bro
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