Nothing but ghouls of the past, taking out their wrath reaching out from the darkness for some sign of hope these are the people that were. Arid cemeteries, just enough for the living dead that arise on the crescent sliver hidden but seen in anywhere but plain sight these are the people that were. They try to decode riddles of the past but get nowhere and will do anything, hurt anyone to get to the answer these are the people that were. I've got to escape, hides, get out of this net block the noises and stop the screaming from the voices that were. Nothing but the brick lighthouse the shining beacon drenched a bloody red and the night but a fog of gray silk misted with the spirits that were hidden within the rocky sculptures of the lifeless ocean side the beacon sends a warning- don't come near, a warning for the lost souls that were. A warning, for the screams and the hands of the people that are. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ENGLISH EXTRA CREDIT JOURNAL
I want to hide from the light. I'm comfortable, sleepy, and I do NOT NEED THE SUN IN MY EYES!!! (sigh) Let's try that again, Sam. I want to hide from the light. I'm safe in here, inside my shell. Why would I come out? The sun decidedly drenches its rays on me anyway. The dawn, so eerily overdue as it hid from the night, falls over my shell and basks me in a shroud of warmth and light. But I don't want to come out. The night is too precious to waste. The sent of fresh linen and the soft cotton fuzz gently rubbing my exposed skin whispered the words of truth. Carpe noctem. I allowed the words to seep into my skin and reverberate through my bones. The birds chirp a lullaby to the sun and me, to the sky above their flittering wings. My blanket claws its way over my head and lures me back into the darkness, the dreams and nightmares that are my ultimate comfort zone. And I slip ever so carefully back into my state of snooze, I wish the day to sleep well.
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