My Little Nightmare

[ashleigh04]

.Muse. .Fresian. .4 Years.

M.y own little Nightmare...

Oh mercy me, God bless catastrophe
Cause there‘s no way in hell
We‘ll ever live to see this through this so
Drive yourself insane tonight
It‘s not that far away and I just
Filled up your tank earlier today…

If i ever get older, he thought quietly to himself. These 'attacks' would usually last days on end, maybe even weeks but having someone there feeling for him, (maybe) made the attack not as bad as it usually was which half calmed him down. It felt over, the grey sky returned from the crimson stained one and it was like he had returned forward into time.

He barely heard the words that had spoken to him. i feel a little better. thankyou wow politeness this horse had got something better into Muse's thick noggin'. Should we move to a lesser sorrowful place? Perhaps brighter scenery will help me talk sense he hesitated before standing up, waiting there for Corpse as if he hadn't asked but decided. In Muse's mind Corpse was his friend. His only friend. He didn't care if Corpse hated him, all that mattered was that this was a horse that he couldn't let go quickly.

Your on your own my little Nightmare
You cannot stay here, It‘s far too bright for you
If they attack you, just lay there
Play dead dear, it‘s your only hope of pulling through
And seconds they seem like a lifetime, a dream recurring
A dream that can‘t come true…

[Corpse]

Corpse's weight fell foreward, into his chest and traveled down his curled stilts. His rump rose, then he pulled his fore-stilts from under him. Bobbing his skull he finally stood, shaking himslef free of debre that clung to his hide and banner. The mud caking his sides and stilts still clung to his fur roughly.

"A place like this should only be visited when one is ready. You are not." He tapped the stallion with his muzzle gently. "It will ease. I promise. I used to think it would never go away..."

Shaking his head he lifted an anchor and stepped foreward, his white mask bobbing as he stepped away from the land of sorrow.

Looking back at the fresian youth, he smiled lightly. It felt good to have someone there. No matter how strange and psychotic... it was better than anyone else. Corpse saw himself in that stallion, when he was young. Of course, he wasn't this troubled. He was troubled in a different way. But, none of that really mattered. He had a friend.

[ashleigh04]

(dark forest)
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