Black Writing: Horror Usergroup

Black Writing: Horror Usergroup

Black Writing: Horror Usergroup

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  • Seraph
    Seraph · Oct 26, 2011
    I'm quite new here... But... How's this?

    The blood moon carresses my thirstful eyes,
    The screams thunder with sinful lies.
    I see you under your warm bedsheet.
    You are warm from your head to your feet.
    But then a chill runs down your spine,
    It's a feeling not short of divine.
    And finally this demon comes into view.
    The mirror shows us that the killer is you.

    Kale replied · Oct 27, 2011

    The rhyme really hurts it. Try rewriting it without a rhyme a fit to and see what you get.


    Seraph replied · Oct 27, 2011

    I see... Sorry, made it up on the spot. T_T


    *singerofthenight* replied · Oct 27, 2011

    I like the idea you are trying to get across, but the rhyme does kind of kill the mood >.<. Good job though!



Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.
— Jamie Anderson