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Whitewashed: A steam-of-conscious piece

I have decided to take a break from my current writing projects to do a steam-of-conscious exercise. I think I may have a new thriller/horror idea... This is an unedited free-writing piece. It was just meant to bring in some fresh ideas. This is my outcome, and my current work in progress. Darkness has no weight, and its smile is as empty as the air. Watching it taunt me, prancing, I figured it had a purpose. If I left it long enough it would go away: But the moon dripped with a sinister side; A face – that was mine – determined, Lips that curdled into a snarl, A prance, stomping. Darkness became my prison; Trapped inside, buried and burned, I prayed for the call of twilight, For the soft glow that awaited, For the new beginnings of the shadows. Behind these walls, the city was alive; I took no part, but gazed out as a stranger would gaze upon a new world. Who would confine me from my fate? No one, but me; My only hope, light. Sleep occurred; but my dreams were