EmileeKraiss

I am among the roots; they strangle me My eyes are open, but they do not see My nose is full of earth, not air On my tongue a pearl; my fare The slinking worms pay me no mind I'm down here with all of my kind Our eyes are open, we do not see Among the faceless, I can't find me Our bodies broken, we feel no pain Discovered with the monsoon rain Together we lay here awaiting the find Me, my brother and all of my kind Our eyes are open, we do not see Among the faceless, I can't find me Forgotten beneath time's speeding hand We wait here buried in the sand With grains in our eyes we find ourselves blind Me, my sister and all of m

Artemis crouched low, shifting her weight to her right foot. She gently traced the smooth metal indentation of the arrowhead with her index finger, curling her other fingers around the loose string. Her hair hung in her face as she peered around the tree trunk, inhaling deeply. The aroma of rich wet earth danced in her nostrils, accompanied by the delicate scent of rain that had passed and was arriving again. The tassels on her armour tickled the bare skin exposed on her side, and she exhaled, her hair floating in the updraft. Her orange leather jeans hugged her tightly, slick with mud and sweat she had wiped from her hands. Her metal armour

Forced kiss, broken lips His fist hurts, doesn't it? Something's wrong, no more song First time it hurts most Virgin snow, cawing crow Kill that black bird now Oh Lenore, rapping on the door Keep knocking and you'll get no answer Morse code for the hoarse toad He croaks and she died too That princess, she's senseless Frogs don't make princes King on the pyre, burning fire His crown can be the mercy noose Dead man, lead man Your heart's heavy in your chest His is weeping, blood is seeping Bullethole wide and raw Put down the gun, my unwanted son It's trembling in your hands Cain, Cain, shift the blame Become the devil your

Outstretched fingers of small children With eyes wide and empty, Not seeing what is before them But imagining. Dreaming of men in white suits Whose breath fogs on reflective glass Whose footsteps are immortalised In every picture and memory Thoughts of futuristic civilisations Staring down upon a blue orb With wonder and awe As others stare up at them Fantacizing weightlessness Floating like a leaf on the windless surface Their footprints engraved in grey soil Held for centuries on the colourless land Visualizing swimming in a waterless Sea Dancing in its dark shadow Saluting Artemis And bathing in the sunlight brighter tha

She stumbled to a stop and everything froze. Her eyes widened with fear and disbelief, but deep down she could feel understanding brewing - a bitter feeling that she knew this would happen, she knew it was inevitable, but she had clasped that slippery thread of hope and screamed over the noise of the blaringly obvious, drowned out her fear and the cold despair that trickled in with it, an unstoppable drip, drip, drip of nothingness and panic that grew and grew until it became a stream, a river, an ocean that roared louder than she could scream, and suddenly it was filling her up, drowning her, pressing on her and dragging her down until she

Hatter frowned at her reflection, tilting his head. "You're reflection is awfully well-behaved." "I beg your pardon?" Alice said, startled. "Rather boring, wouldn't you agree?" he said with a chuckle, speaking now to his own reflection. "Quite," his reflection replied, sweeping Alice with a glance. "You're mad," she accused, taking a step back. "Almost," the reflection corrected, giving her own reflection a shove. The girl in the blue dress staggered slightly, before regaining her feet. She turned to face him, her face blooming with anger. "How rude!" she exclaimed, her hands on her hips. "I suggest you apologise immediately!" "Much m

Have you ever wondered why we fear the dark? Why we seek that glowing spark? Why we chase monsters from under our beds? Why we fear we'll wake up dead? Why we refuse to close our eyes? Why we plead for lullabies? Why we wake abruptly and scream? Why we are haunted by dark dreams? Why we whimper in our sleep? Why we pray for our souls to keep? Why we cower when our lovers are gone? Why we tremble 'til the morning dawn? These demons haunt our nightmares They chuckle while we sleep They unsettle us with their stares And our innocent souls they do reap They steal us from our deathbeds From our families, from our homes And many -