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Farway screams of an
echoing ghost
Tarpaulin covers fluttering
Cold black emptiness
Not a soul. Not a soul.
They are seeking you -
Will eek you out.
They're in the cold black
Windows and glinting sea
They are always behind you.
Your steps are too loud
and clumsy. Movements too panicked.
So is your heart.
Deep breaths. Don't run.
Where will you run too?

Another very stream of consciousness style thing at some crazy hours. I don't even remember what I was thinking at the time. It was quite a while ago. This one makes me scared when I read it.

musicspirit musicspirit
18-21, F
2 Responses Feb 23, 2009

I agree with that. You have to be able to connect with your writing yourself.<br />
I wasn't in a good place when I wrote this. Hence the fact that it was done when I was very, very sleep deprived. Everything seems like a bit of a blur. It's strange, but I really can't remember what was going through my mind.

It's the stoies that mean something to the artist that are always the best. As a marrage without passion is doomed to failure, the same is true with writing.