like sticky candy, you're so sweet, i want you stuck between my teeth
A horror poem for those who like it scary ;)
i drink monsters, hyped up on the daily then anxiety, please ignore the shaking
'Never mistake my silence for weakness. No one plans a murder out loud.' When the line blurs between reality and make-believe, what happens next? (Final part! <3)
โ ๏ธ Warning: This story is reallyyyy creepy ๐
iโm into horror these days so iโm sorry about that lol ๐
๐
Mark and Stella had just moved in to their new house. The house was beautiful and was massive. Mark got the ownership of the house and was eager to start a new life with his love Stella. They had reac...
this went too long, wanted it to be thriller initially but i guess this works...
Laughter spills from my chest Like the blood that was spilt on the tiles
Max is me,i'm Max...but Max is controlled by Max who is someone other.
A more unstructured poem about someone wondering whether the world just doesn't understand them or if they've gone crazy.
I got some people to DM me a blurb they wrote. I will honor my promise and publish them.
Grapefruit sky at 7:44... Iโm alive with Viracochas lightning
So i don't like how there are no commas, shoulda added them but too lazy now anyways enjoy this thing
like sticky candy, you're so sweet, i want you stuck between my teeth
A horror poem for those who like it scary ;)
i drink monsters, hyped up on the daily then anxiety, please ignore the shaking
'Never mistake my silence for weakness. No one plans a murder out loud.' When the line blurs between reality and make-believe, what happens next? (Final part! <3)
โ ๏ธ Warning: This story is reallyyyy creepy ๐
iโm into horror these days so iโm sorry about that lol ๐
๐
Mark and Stella had just moved in to their new house. The house was beautiful and was massive. Mark got the ownership of the house and was eager to start a new life with his love Stella. They had reac...
this went too long, wanted it to be thriller initially but i guess this works...
Laughter spills from my chest Like the blood that was spilt on the tiles
Max is me,i'm Max...but Max is controlled by Max who is someone other.
A more unstructured poem about someone wondering whether the world just doesn't understand them or if they've gone crazy.
I got some people to DM me a blurb they wrote. I will honor my promise and publish them.
Grapefruit sky at 7:44... Iโm alive with Viracochas lightning
So i don't like how there are no commas, shoulda added them but too lazy now anyways enjoy this thing