Undeserving

Three am. My hour of solitude, peace, and quiet madness. The light sputters as I walk underneath, dies out and winks back to life when I'm a few meters away. Far off the distance the sound of a lone car melts into darkness. Someone lost in the hour of the witch.

That's right. The hour of the witch is not midnight. It's three am when the world is darkest, when the streets are empty of human consciousness. Because all the creatures that walk the earth at this hour are either inhuman...or drunk, high or stupid. This is the time when magic is free of the mundane bullshit of what you call a society, when imagination is free from your perception of order, right or wrong, good or bad. Dreams and nightmares are released from their cells inside your brains, desires and aspirations shine bright. The ones that stay awake (and not intoxicated) are the ones who can see them. We talk to them, we listen to what they have to say...and we set them free into the waking world. We pair them up or split them apart, tear them to pieces or sew them together, organize and catalog... and then we lay them out.

In words, and music, and painting and stone we shape the world that ought to be, the world that lives in you. We give voice to the wonder around you which you fail to see.

The pavement is cold beneath my feet. During the day I'd get odd stares. Now I see smiles and other barefooted people. No, not people. Creatures. Creatures of darkness and light alike, holding hands. Unlike what you believe they don't fight amongst each other. Demons marry angels, fairies dance with goblins. They're only evil in your world, because you make them to be. You wish them to be so you wouldn't have to look inside and see that all that ugliness and hate and horror - they are all of your design. They are all yours.

And then there's the ones that walk the witches hour. The ones that don't belong on either side but observe both. The ones that give humanity stories of wonders and horror in the hopes that mankind would one day learn of its mistakes and shortcomings and make amends. The poor lost fools that you laugh at because they dared to dream with their eyes open. The artists, the 'mad'.

And then there's me. I walk the cold streets seen by all but reached by none. And I tell you this - go back to sleep. Close your eyes and forget that little. Your artists have failed. You don't deserve the world of wonder. The gates to Heaven have been closed. This Earth you live in is all you've got and you've turned it into hell. Enjoy it. Forever!

Scream

 Screams!
 Do you hear them? Where are they coming from?
 Screams!
 The shadows gather closer to my bed.
 "Hush, love. It's ok!" they said.
  Am I the one screaming?

Don't

I couldn't breath. Tears were running down my face. One part of me was scared and wanted to hide. The rest wanted to kill.
  Kill, kill, kill, kill............
Nothing could stop me from taking a knife but I still had some sense left not to do what I wanted to do.
I ran and hid so no one could see the insanity that burned in my eyes.
I shut the door - the real one and the one in my head and inside I started screaming. On the outside I just whispered "Don't. Please don't. "

(Un)happiness

 I felt frozen in the moment. The music was pouring over me. At first I thought I wished it could never end. Then...then there was nothing.
 The band was playing and they all seemed to enjoy themselves. Despite a few troubles they had they seemed like nothing could brake their spirits.
 The music sounded magical.
 I looked around.
  I saw the rest in the light, having fun. And I sank deeper into the shadows.
 It has been so long since I last felt like this. The realization that I don't and never will belong anywhere hit me so hard I found myself gasping for air. But there was no air for me.
 So I just leaned back on the wall, caressed the shadows and the bitter-sweet sensation of utter loneliness.
  The world finally made sense again.

We lost! (part 1)

  "I saw it. Last night in my dreams I saw what is to come. We've lost. There is no hope for the future, no survival for the human race. Our greed has already killed us, we just don't know it yet.
  I saw the devastation that we will bring upon ourselves and I know there is no hope. In my dream I was a part of the final stand but it was a battle that we could not win. Knowing what our future is, I want no part of it. I am leaving this world and the filth of man. For any of you out there who have managed to remain pure, I suggest you do the same. Sayonara, suckers!"

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 Simon finished reading the letter and looked again at the dead body. She was a young woman, in her mid-twenties, her life ahead of her. Yet because of some dream she had cut her life short and all that remained was the stone cold corpse. She was the fifth this month.
  In all his years as a detective Simon had never had such a bizarre case. Five different people of different age and gender who had seemingly nothing in common had committed suicide because of a similar dream they had had. They all had left letter in which they stated that the world is coming to an end and that they wanted no part of this apocalypse that they claimed to have foreseen. Simon was starting to believe that this was the work of some sect but so far the police had found no evidence that either of the victims were a part of one. What troubled Simon the most was the fact that he could see no way to solve this and whatever "it" was it seemed to spread like a disease. He had received information that a lot of people had been admitted in psychiatric hospitals after trying to kill themselves for the same reason this woman had.
  Simon knelt down next to the body to examine it. He felt a small shiver run up his spine. He was used to being around dead bodies but there was something about this one that really put him off. It was like it was emitting coldness and he felt as if her blue eyes were judging him. "I must be really tired" he thought "Because I could have sworn I just saw her eyes move".
  He called the medics to pick up the body and started towards the exit. Another shiver passed trough him and he picked up his pace. He wanted to be out of here as quickly as possible. Not knowing why he turned around to look at the girl one last time. She looked so young and frail and something about her suddenly reminded him of his daughter. Simon rushed out of the building, suddenly feeling the need to be home, fearing that his beloved Laura was in danger although he could think of no reason why that would be.
  He got to his car and turned the key. The engine let out a dreadful noise and smoke came out from under the hood. Some policeman came to help. Simon left them to deal with the car, now even more afraid - the engine had recently been changed, there was no reason for it to malfunction all of a sudden. He took one of the other cars and turned on the siren. He had to get home. Fast!
  He was driving as fast as he could, his fear getting stronger by the second. He knew Laura was in danger and he no longer thought why that was. "I have to get home" he said to him self and seconds later a bus crashed into him. As darkness enveloped him he could see his daughter's face, pale and cold, but instead of her dark brown eyes at him were staring the ice-blue eyes of the dead girl that had killed her self. She winked at him and then there was nothing.

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Okay... so this is part one of a something and it's very cliched. If anyone has any ideas on how to fix that I would really appreciate the help. And there will be more of this story but I have no idea when.

Fear of the dark

 I walk down an empty corridor in an abandoned building. I think it might have been a school.
 I look around at the moldy walls and spider webs which are forsaken by their makers. Even the spiders have refused to stay in this foul place. Walking slowly I feel panic rising from the depths of my mind but it's smothered by the power that has taken over my body. The same power that brought me here and the thing that makes me so afraid. I wan't to scream and run but I keep walking. The song "Fear of the dark" is playing in my head.
 "No, please, I don't want to see it. Please don't let me see". The words first appear in my mind, tears start to run down my face. I struggle to pool away as my feet are leading me toward an open door. Inside I see a child, deformed, dirty, black goo running down it's face from it's mouth. I know what happens next - I know what it changes too. Finally I manage to scream: "PLEASE DON"T LET ME SEE!!!"

I wake up and jump of the bed. Sweat and tears in my eyes, shaking like a leaf I make my way through the room and turn on the lamp. I go straight back in to bed afraid to look at the corners and see something lurking in the shadows. Afraid of the Dark.
 I cling to one of my plush bears and as if asking it to protect me I once again say "Please, don't let me see" and than fall asleep again.

Cravings

  I crave for your blood on my lips.

I crave to touch you like this:

             Slowly, painfully, softly killing you.

  I crave for your last breath

when I choke you to death

             gently kissing you.

  I crave that your soul divine

be devoured by mine

             until I become you

I crave for that look in your eyes

that tell's me it's me you despise

             while I'm loving you.

 I crave you!