DARK SHADOWS OF MY MIND

My Mind

The nightmare of my mind

Crammed with trees and dirt.

A deserted forest of the night,

No visitors or intruders.

Graves mark the spots

Where life once stood.

Now all that is​ left

Are dark shadows.

Shadows drifting across

The empty space of my mind.

THE DARK CHANDELIER

THE DARK CHANDELIER

blackoutraven:

The Dark Chandelier


A large chandelier hangs in the middle
of the empty ballroom.
This room has stood empty
for some time now.
How many parties have taken place
beneath the chandelier’s sparkling lights?
How many dances have been held on the
ballroom’s shiny floor?
Could you hear the laughter and footsteps
of the past?
They still echo through the empty rooms of the house.
Will End House ever host any parties again?
Or will its rooms stand empty forever?
The Dead Game by Susanne Leist

blackoutraven:

The Dark Chandelier

A large chandelier hangs in the middle

of the empty ballroom.

This room has stood empty

for some time now.

How many parties have taken place

beneath the chandelier’s sparkling lights?

How many dances have been held on the

ballroom’s shiny floor?

Could you hear the laughter and footsteps

of the past?

They still echo through the empty rooms of the house.

Will End House ever host any parties again?

Or will its rooms stand empty forever?

The Dead Game by Susanne Leist