Torchlight Tales
Hello!
I'll be writing some random, potentially ominous short stories/poems here. If that's not your thing, please don't read this! Thank you!
-Arden Sayre
I'll be writing some random, potentially ominous short stories/poems here. If that's not your thing, please don't read this! Thank you!
-Arden Sayre
Last edited by Arden Sayre on 2 May 2024, 21:26, edited 3 times in total.
There’s two sides to having no friends:
1) There’s nobody behind you to protect your back.
2) There’s nobody there to stab it, either.
Torchlight Tales
The Doll
Every day, when I awake
She's lying on the shelf
And when my back is turned to her
She's lying on the shelf
When I'm reading on the bed
She's lying on the shelf
And when I go to sleep again
She's lying on the shelf
I tease her (as if she could hear,
She's lying on the shelf!)
The days go on and nothing's wrong
She's lying on the shelf
Her human corpse is cold and still
As she lays on the shelf
(My linen hands still scarlet stained
From when I killed her myself)
There’s two sides to having no friends:
1) There’s nobody behind you to protect your back.
2) There’s nobody there to stab it, either.