
Source:relatlonship
Hit me.
Strike me.
I will carry on.
Soak me.
Shake me.
I will carry on.
Sink me.
Drown me.
I’ll still be here.
Source:relatlonship
Hit me.
Strike me.
I will carry on.
Soak me.
Shake me.
I will carry on.
Sink me.
Drown me.
I’ll still be here.
The mannequins are alive!
Their eyes follow me.
They taunt me.
I’ll use the fireplace poker.
They’ll never follow me again.
And I’ll be free.
No!
Its arm is still moving!
Source:menpale
I am smoke.
I am air.
Watch me fly.
Through the air.
I hold my breath.
Head held high.
You are alive.
And so am I.
The words come alive
And leap from the page
Right into our minds.
Become one with our dreams.
Interwine with our nightmares.
Alive with our thoughts.
Salty.
Cold.
Mesmerizing.
Tantalizing.
Alive.
A force of nature.
There’s nothing more to say.
Lost in the rain.
Beaten down.
Alone.
Drifting.
Tired.
Wet.
Ready to give up.
On life.
On the world.
Curled up in a ball.
Ready for my last breath.
Then the unexpected happens.
The sun comes out.
The birds begin to chirp.
A wet breeze hits my face.
I look up into the sun.
I don’t feel alone anymore.
I feel alive.
I’m happy I waited.
Waited for time to pass.
For time to heal old wounds.
I’m ready to face the day.
Hot flames.
Fires burning deep.
Beneath the surface.
Rumbling.
Splitting rocks.
Seeking an exit.
The earth is alive.
Ready to explode.
Did you have any doubts?
Were you a skeptic?
Seeing is believing.
Sizzle.
Pop.
areyou-stillawake
Puppet Master 2 (1991)
I wake from a deep sleep.
I look across the room.
To a shelf high up.
A puppet sits there.
Its head pops up.
The head spins around.
It can’t be real.
A wooden puppet can’t be alive.
Then it speaks.
In a deep voice.
“Time to play,” it says.
I run to the door.
No!
It’s standing before me.
Taller than me.
Arms reaching for me.
A gleam in its black eyes.
It can’t be.
But it is.
It’s alive.