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  • creepy_medusa 3w

    RIP

    What happens if u pull the string from both sides???

    Aftermath
    Let my soul rest in peace:)

    ©creepy_medusa

  • creepy_medusa 3w

    Art of killing

    Killing is an art...
    It takes courage to kill
    what takes form inside your mind.

    ©creepy_medusa

  • creepy_medusa 4w

    Scar

    You like him, but he didn't
    Never will I find someone like him, she thought
    And it hurt her.....
    leaving a SCAR,
    she struggled to mend

    ©creepy_medusa

  • creepy_medusa 13w

    Puppet

    The fact that everyone loves me made me a puppet who does things I don't loves.


    Noone understands and I'm afraid of losing myself.Do u feel the same??
    ©creepy_medusa

  • creepy_medusa 13w

    String

    Like a kite floating in the wind,
    Linked to a bit of string,
    Which can be cut anytime,
    Runnig along the wind,
    Not knowing where to go.
    (Do anyone feel the same as me? I am still confused about the path I took for future :(
    I'm a socially awkward being)

    ©creepy_medusa

  • creepy_medusa 13w

    Medusa
    Victim or Villain?

    Read More

    ©creepy_medusa

  • creepy_medusa 14w

    Why me?

    Everytime something good happens,
    Why do I always feel empty,
    Is it the fear of happiness being drowned?
    Lively folks encircling glee,
    but I'm in the company of me myself and I.
    Like an alien, I'm far from the circle of joy,
    Buried in my thoughts.
    Can I ever escape my bottomless thoughts?

    ©creepy_medusa

  • creepy_medusa 14w

    My Lost Battle

    Fighting a battle that was long lost,
    a battle,never seen,
    In the absence of death and trauma.
    The entirety inside was dark,
    not a shred to hold on to.
    "I'm fine",
    a magic term to dodge a story.
    Infinite words in my head,
    Destroying me to pieces,
    Every sharp piece piercing so deeply,
    that I couldn't even resist.
    My mind, once flooded with lively thought,
    Crumpled as I paved the way through,
    Infested with gloominess and melancholy.
    Waiting for a pinch of light,
    In this unrealistic world,
    Full of fake people and greediness.
    A battle against the evens, against me,
    To break the standards of society,
    Who force us to stay in the flow.
    Can I ever win a battle that was long lost?

    ©creepy_medusa