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Gothic Writing - Cara Nicholls Y9
They say you can hear screaming yet you crave to walk in there. Like
if you were ever to walk down there. you’re magnetised. A compulsion.
But no-one’s there. It’s just lost souls, They say there’s words scrawled at
long gone, but still screaming in the entrance – but who ever listens
anguish. The lights, they say, flicker anyway. They say there’s words on
like a candle, like an endless battle the walls telling you to turn around.
between light and dark. Like with They say the doors lock on their own
every flicker something’s drawing accord. The click rings for miles,
closer. And closer. And closer. Till it the final nail in the coffin. Another
can touch you. They say the cracked one gone, lured by its call. They say
paint was clawed away in a moment you can hear a clock ticking through
of madness from last living thing to the walls. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
walk in there. The last moments of Anticipating the seconds left of your
fear and dread before they were lost, life. Don’t ever mention it. Everybody’s
their screams to join the others. They lost one, the children who think
say there’s blood on the walls, they they’re brave who died screaming for
say there’s tally marks etched into the their parents. Now the village grows
stone, going downwards the further old and cowers in fear all the while
in you get. It’s a countdown to the end it stands. It’s watched the centuries
of your life. They say the doors slam solemnly glide by. It’s stood and will
shut like wind blows through, but stand for centuries more. Don’t ever
there’s never any wind. The shredded say its name because the minute you
curtains dance, the windows frame do…. The minute you do, your fate is
the moonlight like a picture. They say sealed. Now I can hear the clock, now
it’s beautiful to see the quarry lit up I’ve seen everything they said. I can
like that, keep looking if you’re there hear the lock and now I’m another lost
because it’s the nicest thing to see one, who’s screams of pain will join
before you close your eyes that last the others. Tick. Tick. The final curtain
time. They say you can feel them falls in here. Goodnight and oh, we’re
touch your arm and yet you never waiting for you to join us. We’ll always
see them. They say it makes you feel be waiting.
sick, makes your bones heavy and
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