Transforming
#2 of poetry and scribblings the tendrils creep further, piercing my skin, entering my tissues, i can hiss, scream, claw at it, swear, once again, the nanite alloy, has spread further, once more the hollow feeling, has transformed me further,
Mending a Lost Will Prologue - Part 1
\*\*\*\*\* two years previous \*\*\*\*\* day 1 i knew what was coming before it did, and felt the tell-tale signs of my blushing behind my fur creep up on me.
The shape of things to come. (A Fan-Fiction Furs contest entry)
I slowly raise my head from the floor, dizziness and nausea begin to creep over me but i know that somehow i have to raise the alarm.
Tail of a Twofer: A Eurofurence Special
The thing about this interest, this affliction, is that it creeps into you.
Poem #9
But why, why do i feel the darkness creeping in, sneaking into my thoughts and in my dreams.
Alone
I feel it creep into my chest once again i have felt that emptiness before grasping writhing at my insides i fear that pain more than i do death for i would rather lie in a shallow grave with one i love than live another day of my life like this but
The Old Farmer Part 1
creeping into his room after he had gone to bed, she had slipped him a crushed sleeping pill. the old farmer wouldn't wake till morning, but he'd already be restrained. at dawn the real fun would begin. to be continued .....
In Your Dreams
You while you sleep in the daylight when you wake to find the taste of cigarettes upon your lips and i have disappeared, you'll know the taste of my kiss in the hours in between when you are missing me remember that when you sleep once more i will creep
Going Home - (Zorua TF)
He took an involuntary step forward, a small smile creeping onto his face... before shaking his head, snapping himself out of it. "no! this... th-this is wrong!"
A Cold Embrace
Nerves began to twitch wiping clean the glistening gleam of the crystals winter gifts violently shattered on the floor by my now bloodied fists whispers persuade my anger, and change it into fear for it is now that i hear your haunting footsteps creeping
Poem #13
:the whispers of the past creep along my skin, bringing frost and sadness the makes me shudder, as i heart the voices on the guides in my ears, the sun light hits me, warmth and joy flow in the air.
Forlorn
Dark shadows cast and demons creep. my descent into madness, now complete. trapped and imprisoned in my own head. so full of pain, so full of dread. so alone. so afraid. without you, i am unmade.