It's hard not to be scared when everything's out to get you... it's even harder to stay sane.
TODAY'S SONG: I WRITE SINS NOT TRAGEDIES- PANIC AT THE DISCO
DON'T DO THIS, DON'T SCREAM...
That's what I tell myself every night in my dreams.
Stay sane...stay quiet...
But this isn't a dream...it's not even real. Flames made of blue and red erupt from a pit just out side the old rotting wooden door. Behind that old wooden rotting door, in an old odd rotting room, stands me and what I've become.
"Sacre dones repli." I hear out side the door. I open the door a crack, a wailing creak coming from the hinges. What I see isn't normal. What I see isn't possible...
Burning ashes shaped into the image of a human female body. The floor boards under my knees creak and she turns around, her body still looking like burning ashes; black and a blazing red. The door swings open and she has me by the neck, her hand burning my throat, her eyes turning a crimson red....
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I woke up screaming that night and every night after that. They don't know what's wrong with me, I don't even know, but I know Hell is real.. and I'm not going back...not even in my dreams.
The strait jacket hurts my hands, and the buckles feel cold against my skin. I am Shiver Sphinx... and I am Hell's daughter.
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