Jason Souza
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Psych induced insomnia
The thought passes realms, crossing paths into this morning's dimension. It fades, pulling itself back as it leaves something behind—pieces, blurry and unclear visions, like staring into shattered glass. Was it only a dream? Prophecies like those of Nostradamus perhaps. Gather these thoughts and grasp the scenes, staring up at the ceiling, cold and drenched, shivering with no covers. Puzzled, deep in thought, I handle my cigarette, watching ghosts rise from the smoke.
By Jason Souzaabout a month ago in Horror
Suffocating mist
a world where blueskies vanish, leaving only a suffocating mist, the Earth is shrouded in a thick fog rising eerily from the ground. Early morning darkness creeps in,. Hair-raising alerts warn of zombie-like figures roaming the land their presence triggering a dread that grips your very Soul!
By Jason Souzaabout a month ago in Poets
