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Vampiric Love by Devon Dissonance
As I wrap my hands around your hips, the crimson blood drips from my lips. I gaze into your eyes and see, myself reflected back at me. As we stare into each others eyes, slowly each of our souls dies, soon our souls are gone completely. Now we're bound for an eternity. My Thoughts by Devon Dissonance This is me, expressiong my emotions. They may go this way. They may go that way. They go some way or another. Up, down, all around, they all fall down and hit the ground. Once upon a little bat, how I wonder what you're at. My emotions scrambled up, in a bowl or in a cup. They once were lost, but now they're found, like a puppy in the pound. Left, right, diagonal, my thoughts imcomprehensible. There is no way for people to know, or a way for me to show, how I feel or what I think. Blue, red, green, purple, and pink. There once was a man who ran in circles, screaming at the top of his lungs. He was crazy, but I'm worse, but I bet you knew that, of course. This again is me, expressing my plea, for someone to see, the really real me. Mirror Image by Devon Dissonance *sound of glass breaking* Ow! Damn you! You cut me! I hate you so much! Why do you continue to torment me? Why do you do these things? Why do you exist? All I know, is that you need to back off, and get out of my life, because you hurt me too much. If you don't stop, I'll be forced to stop you myself, and there is only one way that can be done. Only one way to shatter the glass forever. The only way to get rid of you... is to die! Me and Myself by Devon Dissonance Sometimes I drive myself crazy. I wish I could just leave me alone. I would be so happy, if I could just get two seconds, away from myself. Round and round I go, arguing with myself. Neither one of us is ever going to win. I don't know why I even try. I tell myself to leave me alone, but I never seem to listen. I try my hardest to get away, but I always seem to follow. The Dream by Devon Dissonance As I was walking through the woods, sometime after midnight on Saturday morning, I heard something behind me. It sounded like twigs breaking as someone walked over them. I started walking faster, thinking someone was following me, trying to get as far ahead of them as possible. I walked faster, but as I did, the footsteps behind me became faster as well. As I continued to speed though the forest, I came to a fork in the small trail that I had been following. The sign that had been there had apparently been taken down, because the post was bare. Thus, I didn't know which way led back to the park. I took the left path, hoping it was the correct one. I continued following the trail, hoping to run across another person, but instead I came upon a small grove of trees. In the center of the grove, was what looked to have been a fire, which probably meant someone had been here not too long ago. I called out to see if anyone was still nearby, but there was no answer. Hearing the footsteps behind me once again, I continued through the grove and on to the other side of the path. As I began to walk even faster, I started to panic, not knowing who this person was that was following me. I had read stories on the internet about people coming into these woods and never being seen again. Rumor was, there was an old hermit living somewhere in the woods who would capture the campers and torture them. Just thinking of that, I began to cry. I started running faster than I had ever ran in my life, swerving through trees, looking for a place to hide. There was nothing, nowhere. I was out in the middle of nowhere, by myself, with nothing to defend myself with. As I was running, I glanced behind me. Whoever was following me was only a foot or two away now. I gasped in horror as they began to move toward me even faster than I could run. I just kept running, but I knew I couldn't outrun him, or her, or it. Nothing and nobody could help me now. I was thinking as I ran, trying to figure out what to do, but I couldn't think. My mind was blank in the midst of extreme panic. Knowing there was no way to escape my fate, I decided to just get it over with. I stopped and turned around, prepared for what was to come. To my amazement, there was nothing. There had never been anything. As I jerked out from under my blankets, I realized that it was all just a dream. Knowing that I was safe from harm, I got up and headed to the kitchen, too distraught to go back to sleep right now. The Birth by Devon Dissonance As the doctor gazed into the exhausted Veronica's eyes, he could tell that she was ready for this to be over with. "One last push, Veronica!" Dr. Roberts said with haste. With that said, Veronica bore down as hard as she could, ready for the pain to end. The next few moments passed in what seemed to be slow motion, and then, finally, the cry of a new born child was heard. "It's a girl!" the doctor exclaimed, while handing the child to the nurse to be cleaned up. As the nurse was wiping the afterbirth from the child's back, she noticed an odd shape on the girl's shoulder. As she leaned in closer, she noticed it was a birthmark. Though, it was no ordinary birthmark, it was in the shape of a pentagram. She looked toward the doctor to tell him that he should come look, but before she could get the words out, she launched her hands to her throat, as if something was choking her. The doctor and the other nurses rushed to her side to help her. They tried everything they could to relieve the pressure on the woman's esophagus, but nothing seemed to help. The only thing they could do was watch in horror as the nurse fell to the ground, writhing in agony. A few seconds passed, and the nurse finally stopped moving. Dr. Roberts knelt down to check her pulse, but there was nothing. The nurse was dead. During all the ruckus, they had completely forgotten about Veronica and her child. As the doctor looked around, a confused look came over his face. The bed where Veronica had layed just minutes before, was in perfect condition, as if there had not just been a baby delivered in it. Veronica and her child had completely disappeared. |