Hide and Seek... {Jeff the killer story}Stop.Don't breathe.Don't think.He might hear you. I am pressed against the wall. Silent. Still alive, But I'm barely breathing...I'm not breathing at all, really. I'm praying to a god that I don't even believe in...Why would god save a person like me...? I wince My fingers are spread as wide as they will go as my palms press heavily on the drywall. I take a deep breath. Hold it tight. I feel the air escaping my lungs, my circulation; my blood thinning of oxygen as I hold, one, two, three….Here I go. I heard stories every single day about people dying, from mysterious murders. It appears that a man...with long raven hair,and a smile...That never disappears comes, and kills you in a second.A bloody ...quick...silent death. I didn't believe it at first, but now...I do. He's out to get me, I just know he is! I need to leave...get out...vanish out of my home..Until it turns into some kind torture chamber of death. But suddenly, I hear Him walk
Bleeding.Here I bleedno one can stop meit makes me feel freefree from reality.I breathe....But I feel so dead. So I hide underneath my dark bed, Like I'm not even safe inside my head. Corrupted by a sinful sanity.Mistaking for a blissful vanity.I cringe As This cut stingsbut I don't care.I'm Better bleeding than to stop breathing.
Demonic AngelEveryone's a little insane. No one's simple and plain. Even if you think you have sanity,Mistaking it for your spiteful vanity,Thinking you have a clue. Stop. Think for once, will you?Face it.You don't have a clue. Deep down...You know there's a demonic angel inside of you.