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They say the blind use their hands to see
If only I could be so lucky
To use the hands' warm caress in place of the eye's cold stare
To have these hands brush across pink lips and move through soft hair
Oh, if only I could have these hands always on your face
Were I blind, would you let these fingers take my eye's place?
Or would you ignore me like you do every night?
But I don't mind, after all, there are advantages to being out of sight
It's much easier to take my pictures when you don't know I'm there
So very easy to creep ever closer, even steal a lock of hair
And when the night has long since fallen
Again, I will indulge in my beautiful sin
Finally my hands can roam the form so well-traveled by my eyes
Feel the curves that I had long ago memorized
It's almost perfect, but still at every sigh or sound I freeze
Careful not move, careful not to breathe
Luckily you never completely wake
Your sleeping body remains mine to take
All through the night, my hands enjoy their special treat
Unfortunately, the rising sun signals my retreat
But don't fear, I won't leave you alone
I always take care of things I consider my own
You looked so sad and defeated last night
I know that you and your "boyfriend" had a fight
But don't worry, he can't hurt you any more
I made sure of that when I cut out his heart and left it on the bleeding on the floor
I've watched you so long that I just had to send you this letter
Now that you know I’m always there for you, don't you feel all better?
With eternal love and so much more,
Your Ever-Watching, Ever-loving Protector
The "Protector" watched through the window as his love fainted horror
Smiling, he slipped in silently through the back door
As he lifted her up and carried her away
He felt his hands twitch, wanting to play
But he ignored them and made sure to bind her tightly
Not wanting to deal with another escapee
She was tightly secured and unable to flee by the time he was done
Now he sits, waiting patiently for her to wake so he can his fun
If only I could be so lucky
To use the hands' warm caress in place of the eye's cold stare
To have these hands brush across pink lips and move through soft hair
Oh, if only I could have these hands always on your face
Were I blind, would you let these fingers take my eye's place?
Or would you ignore me like you do every night?
But I don't mind, after all, there are advantages to being out of sight
It's much easier to take my pictures when you don't know I'm there
So very easy to creep ever closer, even steal a lock of hair
And when the night has long since fallen
Again, I will indulge in my beautiful sin
Finally my hands can roam the form so well-traveled by my eyes
Feel the curves that I had long ago memorized
It's almost perfect, but still at every sigh or sound I freeze
Careful not move, careful not to breathe
Luckily you never completely wake
Your sleeping body remains mine to take
All through the night, my hands enjoy their special treat
Unfortunately, the rising sun signals my retreat
But don't fear, I won't leave you alone
I always take care of things I consider my own
You looked so sad and defeated last night
I know that you and your "boyfriend" had a fight
But don't worry, he can't hurt you any more
I made sure of that when I cut out his heart and left it on the bleeding on the floor
I've watched you so long that I just had to send you this letter
Now that you know I’m always there for you, don't you feel all better?
With eternal love and so much more,
Your Ever-Watching, Ever-loving Protector
The "Protector" watched through the window as his love fainted horror
Smiling, he slipped in silently through the back door
As he lifted her up and carried her away
He felt his hands twitch, wanting to play
But he ignored them and made sure to bind her tightly
Not wanting to deal with another escapee
She was tightly secured and unable to flee by the time he was done
Now he sits, waiting patiently for her to wake so he can his fun
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Literature
This is the horror...
Carry the little one to her room
To the tomb
To the place
Where the joy was erased
And pain replaced
All that was inside
Young man, take her soul for a ride
A body is all yours to take
With nothing at stake
Make all innocence fake
Devour her mind with a greedy hand
Bury her youth in the sand
Her innocence lost in an alien land
An alien body took her away
stole what was inside and left decay
Pleasure is on your mind
Young men never find
She is the kind
That breaks so easily
With carreses given teasingly
This crime could very possibly
Be the one that takes her haltingly
to a dark cold grave
Where no one can ever save
but
Literature
Necromancer's Lullaby
Hush little baby, don't you cry
Daddy's gonna sing you a lullaby
Of death and darkness and eerie things
That travel the night on gilded wings
Of witches and demons and monsters so fierce
Of battles and swords and arrows that peirce
Of the spells and secrets of my sacred Art
That darken even the purest heart
And if, through it all, you begin to fear
Remember that I am always here
So take the legacy I gift to thee
And when I am gone, remember me.
Literature
Slenderman -Overview-
April 2nd, 2011.
As I'm writing this, I am extremely sick. I was ill earlier this week, but I couldn't shake the sickness off, and it just hit me more severely. I'm bedridden and forced to sweat it out as I sleep. That gives me plenty of time to dream.
Before I dive into the most prominent dream I've had lately, I have to explain some things. Primarily, the Slenderman and the Midnight Man; both myths as far as I know.
The Slenderman is a monster thought to have abducted children and haunted adults. It's described as an abnormally-tall bald man with tentacle-hands and a tuxedo. I don't believe the Slenderman exists I heard his existe
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The disturbing tale of one man's obsession the victims of it.
Always, the picture isn't mine in any way, shape, or form.
Always, the picture isn't mine in any way, shape, or form.
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Deliciously perverse!
I thought the "I've watched you so long that I just had to send you this letter//Now that you know I’m always there for you, don't you feel all better?" was the climax, but continuing it on to say that he kidnaps her, makes it more open-ended, and I wonder what happens next...
I thought the "I've watched you so long that I just had to send you this letter//Now that you know I’m always there for you, don't you feel all better?" was the climax, but continuing it on to say that he kidnaps her, makes it more open-ended, and I wonder what happens next...