In Nightmares Embrace
We are bound in blood and barbed wire.
In pains of soul, never of flesh, these forced escapes are trapped by the whim of unknown forces.
Is it not divine our connection, my dear?
Even at so vast a distance, I am warmed and chilled by our shared miseries.
Burnt within a thoughts fragile existence.
Repressed screams and muted passions lead us to question.
Have we ever truly existed at all?
As creatures contorted in form hidden from light dance endlessly within the shadow's confines
Is the dark carnival tragic or a glimpse beyond or masked acceptance putrid is the stench as we are equally monsters as we are saints of our own fucked up narration.
Hearts pounding in fear as we lay frozen to escape.
Charm bracelets and fresh wounds, black roses and crimson-stained sheets—the void exists somewhere between horror and paradise.
Nothing is concrete, as nothing is all we ever honestly share to begin with.
Good is a hope in every whisper of this journey we embrace at a distance upon the precipice of night.
Love always signed and sealed in thoughts casket.
So very dark is the soul as so is the blood.
Sometimes, we cut too deep.
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