The ground shifts,
particles,
on the edge,
#crumble_and_fall.

I watch them,
slow motion,
inescapable gravity...
a metaphor.

I can't stop it,
can't help myself.

Inevitable.

They dance
on the edge
and
so
do
I.

#DarkLines 679

#Trinkets_and_Toxins
all for sale.

Come inside, friend,
reality doesn't exist here.

Won't you...
stay a while?

Everything has a price,
even you.

I'll keep you for an eternity,
you'll look
so
p r e t t y
on the shelf with my other
trophies.

#DrugVerse #DarkLines 680

The hidden cabin
deep in the woods,
a metaphor
to some
of broken dreams,
lost ambition,
the daily trudge
through life,
the bodies buried,
the guilt.

Burn it down,
my friend.

Emancipate yourself.

You are worth
far more
than that,
even if you don't
realise.

#darklines 676 "hidden cabin"

Hiding in the
chimney,
waiting in the
dark,
#Santa_Claws
is coming tonight,
when you least
expect it.

Settle down,
Christmas
has passed for,
another year.

Don't worry child,
tonight will be
your last.

#DarkLines 671

A romantic stroll,
through #winters_woods,
breath misting the air...

"Look," he smiles,
"the icicles on the trees
look like teeth,
and the branches,
free of leaves,
like claws."

Where's the way
out?

A soft, insistent
laughing
echoes your
desperate
footsteps.

#DarkLines 670

I am not
#silenced.

I am not
yours.

I am not
a toy.

I am not
afraid.

I am not
who you think I am.

I am not
your victim

I
am
Hell

and you
w
i
l
l
pay.

#DarkLines 689