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   Smoke enveloped her. Surrounded her like a big tight embrace. She felt at ease,comfortable,at peace. She was surrounded by it and was ready to submit. She outstretched her hands to the sides,kicked back and fell into the pit. Her feet left the ground,she was weightless,falling,floating. For once she was free,for once in her life she felt truly weightless. Shame this is what it has taken, but this is what she wanted. She was ready,she thought,it is though and she would be the one to do it. In an instant she has disappeared into the dark. To her,it lasted minutes. To those watching,she was gone just like that. She was a brave soul in their eyes but to her, she was the only one, able and capable of doing it. Cowards they were,all of them. Just like that she was gone.The pit has swallowed the sacrifice. Another year passed. The spirit was satiated once more,or so they thought.    As the villagers turned their back to the pit and started walking away,fire and brimst...

His hand was outstretched grasping,clawing and pulling towards the sun. Piece by piece it was disappearing. Slowly, flakes of skin were taken away by the wind,to be one,with the earth it came from.His wedding band was shinning like a star under the sun´s light. It felt so bright and blinding and it would be the last thing he would see. This is what made him the happiest,this is what caused his demise, and it would be the last thing he would see.Poetic. Sky was getting filled with smoke,dark thick smog,everything was turning black around him,the death was near now. Creeping and clawing at him,slowly getting closer.He could taste that shining ring in his throat,cold,acidic metal, leaving a sour taste before his death. The ring was on his hand but everything at that point felt tied to it,because of it. Soon there will be nothing left of him,no trace,nothing but ash and he will be one with the smokey skies and the dark earth.Man was leaving this land but his treasures will stay,his go...

   I could almost hear the crack of my own skull against the cold hard ice. It is if I am bashing my own head against the wall only here,he is doing the bashing, and I think I am a goner. Every second feels like an eternity.It´s as if time itself is being slowed down. I see flashbacks,my life,my childhood. Thoughts and still images are rushing through my mind.Seconds pass but it feels as if I am strapped to a chair and witnessing the projection of that what was,me and my life up til now,still images,grainy but moving so ever faster from one to another. Thoughts race through me as to what will happen,what to do and how the world without me would look. All the people I will leave behind,will I somehow survive to remember or is this how my life ends.As all of this is happening,I see the scarlet red blood cover the darkness of ice under the covers of the night. The blood is mine,it gushes and pours with every blow he deals.Like a river it flows,fast,thick. With time there will be ...

   Running through the tall grass. Wind is blowing through my hair.My long hair flowing in the wind. Knife in hand. I am ready. He will not touch me. No more!I will not be another one,I will not be next. I refuse. I run. I don’t stop,I don’t look. I push my legs to run as fast as I can. I hear him behind me,he is getting closer. I am sweating.Heart leaping out of my chest. Hard to breathe,hard to run,need to stop but can’t. He is closer,and closer and closer until he is right behind me. I am dead. Down. Knocked out. Alive? He raises his hand,the blade shines moonlight on me. Silver.It is over. It is done. With a single strike,the blood splattered in front of him. The job is done. Another successful night. It was a close one but nobody gets away from him. The night continues. The hunt goes on.    Another night. Tall grass. Sweat,tears,blood. The straw hat moves in the moonlight. Now,falling off the head of the yet another victim of the hunt,down to the cold ear...

   Killing,slicing,dicing,fucking.That’s all you want. All you ever wanted,so why pretend. I see you through and through. The monster you are. The desires and twisted fantasies a little creature like you possesses. Sad,true and far from fantasy,and that is the scary part. I know the truth,we both do, but you still go for it. Pursuing it,looking to satisfy this insatiable appetite of yours.Monster! It’s in your eyes,it’s on your face!Get away from me! Diseased creature,a monster,a demon,an evil incarnate.Why did you do it?Why did you go there?What did she do to you?Did she deserve it or does your appetite have no bounds?      I'm leaving,rushing,running and don’t you chase me,touch me.Leave me,now! I saw too much and know it all,there’s too little I can do now and I refuse to see more. Don’t touch me,you shell of a man,you twisted spirit. I run,I stumble and fall,rush forward. I push and pull and leap,I just want to get away. I had enough,no more. The thin...

   A place where time stands still. I’m here again,this bittersweet rose garden of mine.A common fixture of my every day life. My escape and my prison.Lying in these roses of mine,embraced by their beauty and love. It hurts.It hurts so good. Thorns slowly piercing my thin pale skin. Scarlet droplets of blood make their way down my body,it hurts but hurts so good. Aren’t roses beautiful,so romantic?So why do you hurt me so?I always ask but in the end it doesn’t matter when it hurts so good,doesn’t it?    Another day, and fire spreads throughout my garden,once more. Flames swallow all in their path. My roses are slowly dying,the garden is blaze. Beautiful.Glorious flame!I hear them scream but they look so beautiful embraced in the warm flame.All around me is aflame,fire. All around me is dying and burning,so why do I watch and feel warm. It feels oh so good.    As I turn my back to the fires raging,I make my way to the favourite spot of mine, the tab...

   Is it the night that you´re scared of or the monster that lurks within it.   Are you scared of the dark and the unknown, or the light of the moon and the darkness of humanity, it shines upon. The dirty deed,the hunt and the killing it reveals,ignites and shines upon. Is it the knock on the door or a thump in the night. Are you scared of that noise or who is making it? Almost always, there is nothing there,a figment of your imagination. However, isn´t the fear of the unknown one of the greatest. The fear of that what could be,the fear of it being real this time and what happens next.    As the moon makes way for the sun´s morning light,what if,just if,one of these days, the sun doesn’t come. What if the monsters do come to life and they are all too real,all too close and join the ranks of those who lurk already. What if the moon is the new guide you follow,and the glow it gives is all you have,the one you cannot pick or choose.The glow with much darker ...