dark-promises

Dark Sadistic Muse: I seat myself before the computer, With fingers poised over fading keys. Eagerly awaiting my latest epic; Yet frozen by a lack of inspiration. Here I sit, staring at the blank document. The dark background mirroring the world behind me. I swallow hard as my body locks; Hairs tense as I sense her arrival... Slender fingers soon wrap themselves around my throat. With claw-like nails digging in painfully, They prick the skin that lies just beneath my Adam’s apple; Leaving me nursing a rather painful necklace. "Your hands aren't moving," she coos softly, Her clawed fingers gently stroking my chin. "Why is that, I won