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invisible pages , day one, two, three, & four.

Dear invisible pages . Day one.

I'd call you diary but i do not believe in trapped thoughts
Nor binding such expression of a tormented heart
He waits for me beyond the light
Like an evil lurking through his burning eyes
Silently watching my every move
Calculating the madness of his conviction
The sinister thoughts rushing his blood to boil like a mad man claiming a thrown to innocence
Such pages i fill with invisible ink
The fright and pulsating heart could sink
I believe im upon the very brink of my own sanity clinging to the light
Within desperation.

Invisible pages. Day two.

Dear invisible pages
I'd call you diary but I do not believe in trapped thoughts nor binding such expression of a tormented heart
Today brings forth an illusion of my mind frost amongst the trees making my vision impaired
All shadows aim for my heart as it beats vigorously
out of it's natural perception
Hes there somewhere i can feel his breath like a burning string
That of a killer wasp , a hornet
Repeatedly inflicting it's torture
Upon my white flesh
The air has a haunting like no other, the breeze like whispering ghosts surrounded by a cold and frightful memory i just can't piece together , their voices so faint but echoing the boundaries their everywhere i turn ,
My sanity tormented turning tables insane .

Invisible pages. Day three

Dear invisible pages
I'd call you diary but I do not believe in trapped thoughts nor binding such expression of a tormented heart
I must confess tonight by candlelight something waits in the darkness, beyond my line of sight i feel him there, his eyes like burning stars amongst the trees, cause my beating heart such fright,
Lurking around the shadows of the night
i fear outside these walls confined
To step a further walk would cause my bones to talk,
like chattering teeth,
Of a mad man laying down on the night table,
by his coffin bed
Just an empty mouth within his head
I imagine what the trees are whispering as they taunt the silent night ,
searching the darkness
through my window for his burning eyes
listening to him Howling sorrow beneath the moon
before the rising light come morrow , I fear the hours long and dark , no close in my searching eyes, Nor sleep a wink tonight
Amongst the shadows of my confining walls by candlelight.

Invisible pages. Day four.

Dear invisible pages
I'd call you diary but I do not believe in trapped thoughts nor binding such expression of a tormented heart
I escaped the confining walls today,
Took a walk along the lake
A twig snapped in the distance
Caused my body to shake
Just a bird along the path
rustling amongst the ground,
It didn't matter my heart
started to pound,
Looking around and around
Off into the distance
Searching for him
amongst the many trees
The smell of burning embers along the breeze
Will my mind ever be at ease
Shall i escape the haunting of his burning eyes
Or live forever within the fear
of his deathly demise
Nardine Sanderson 26/10/2014.

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