Cursed #begginingline The first thing I saw after I died, my makers silhouette in front of a moonlit sky. New found incisors pressed against full bottom lip, hunger pangs ripped me from hip to hip. Hand pressed to chest, no beating heart found. No rise and fall of my chest, I could hear every sound. Panic takes over... What's happened to me? He smirks and he laughs, say's "not to worry". I'm his toy now, and forever more. The curse he placed upon me is eternal, not lore.

Midnight Show #titlechallenge Crimson ribbons trailing down creamy pale skin. Cold steel blade pressing within. With each toll of the bell, flesh becomes cooler. Each slash of his wrist, black puddle grows fuller. Old grandfather clock looks on, as his midnight moan marks her forever gone. Blood tasted on blade, he gets off his knees. No audience needed, only himself to please. She's now only artwork, strewn on the floor. Much more appreciated than the former twenty dollar whore.

Learn To Fly Why must I always run? In my heart I know things will never be as they should. Would I be brave and stay even if they could? The question I often ask myself, close my eyes and run, if he takes chase everything's going to be alright. Open my eyes, his shadow always missing. Arms wrapped tightly? I'm only wishing. Lips pressed against mine? Never, I only pine. Teach me to fly. This running is getting old. Don't turn a blind eye.

Gray I've been in a fight. Bleeding and broken, yet it still isn't over. Heart and soul, light and dark competing. Which will win? I want to raise that white flag. Simply give in. Time is ticking. This too shall pass? Ha! When? The devils searing touch offering pleasures for this soul. The man upstairs begging me not to let go. Is this even a choice I can make? No, It's only his to take. Light or dark... Who will be the victor? Ripped apart by a leathery constrictor.

Ed Mother called me failure, destined to walk my fathers path. She read and preached from pages. All the girls? She called them whores. Tried so hard to make her happy, brother Henry, my only friend. We would go over the Old Testament, then finish all our chores. Henry and I grew older, we also grew apart. He liked to bad mouth Mama, and that I took to heart. One day there was a fire, it raced across our fields. Perfect time for retribution, though I didn't have a gun, put my hands around his neck and held it 'til the job was done. They didn't even suspect, the brother that he loved, called it asphyxiation. The fire claimed his lungs. Power flooded body, the first #life that I took. Our lord and savior would forgive me, said it right there in that book. #intheireyes I wrote this in the eyes of Ed Gein, notorious serial killer. He became crazier as the years went on and after the death of his mother, who he had a weird obsession with, he started creating "crafts" and suits out of female human skin, and body parts.