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Bittersweet SymphonyI hear it in the distanceBeautiful to my earsTorture to my heartHeightening my fearsFor what lies ahead on this journeyI hear the bittersweet symphonyThe soft notes painted in the back of my mindBleeding into the crevices of my thoughtsFogging my vision of the futureLeaving my heart in distraughtNot yet knowing harmonyJust hearing the bittersweet symphonyFeeling the melody reach nearerWith each breath I takeThe music creating lyrics on my tongueForming emotions I cannot shakeInsecurity, hope, jealousy, love?Not wanting to be just a fantasyStill I hear the bittersweet symphonyI turn to you for helpBut you do not hear itYou're thousands of miles awayOblivious to the bittersweet symphony that is haunti
More Than a Nightmare For as long as I can remember, my dreams have always ended the same way. The dreams always turn nightmarish when some demonic-looking creature comes out and tries to kill me. Its appearance is always the same: a dark red, bleeding face that resembles a human skull resting on the body of a four-legged, black-haired beast. Its ear-shattering wail always alerted me of its presence. My dream is often normal up until it appears. Nothing bad happens, until a chill is sent down my spine, causing my body to become covered in goosebumps, which is when the monster appears and attacks me. I wake up in a cold sweat right before
three ghoststwo sisters stand,waiting for someone.shadows lurk near,awaiting suspense.carriage of gold draws close,and steps out an old man.in astriped grey suitwith anebony cane.he grins toothily,and passes them by.but they just stare ahead,immobile to his presence.heading towards the bridge,the old man kneels, frowning.sippingsweet black tea