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I Promised HerI woke up this morning;
A week old;
Dried on my hands;
I killed her;
My sweet angel from God;
I killed her;
I stabbed her with the broken pieces of my heart;
And she died laughing at me;
Fallen from Grace;
I had once loved God's most beautiful angel;
But I stabbed her with the broken shards;
The shards of my heart;
I Promise Myself;
I'd die for her;
Taking the blood covered knife;
I brutally stab myself;
The blood anew;
Flowing like fierce hot lava down my chest;
I Promise Myself;
That I'd die for her;
Her naked body;
Decaying before my bleeding eyes;
Her soft breast stained with her blood;
Her lips blue from the explosure of winter;
I killed her;
And I felt remorse;
For she killed me;
I stabbed her heart;
Like she had mine;
She killed me;
Like I killed her;
I Promise Myself;
I'd die for her;
And I am;
Her soft breast;
Stained now with my blood;
I LOVED YOU!;
AND YOU BETRAYED ME.
The Pale MoonI am a shadow, lost among the rays of the moon.
I am a lost child, and the moon is my guild, my lamp in my soul.
I lose my way, and the moon is by my side.
I am forever in it's dept.
I am forever, lost in it's pale light.
It is my night, it is my day.
The Pale Moon.
I am forever lost in it's pale light.
I am small compared to it's massive size.
I am like a dying star, compared to it's radiance.
I look at it in awe, I reach out a hand, and I hold it in my palm
Yet, it is so far from my reach, and I can't really touch it.
I am a moon lilly, lost in it's cool pale rays.
I am forever lost in
The Pale Moon.
The SpongeBob SquarePants Bootleg Episode
The following is a recording of a suicide note audio tape:
It's just a cartoon, they said. It's just a 2D drawing moving on screen, it can't harm you. Boy, they were wrong.
You might be wondering what the hell I'm talking about. Well, let me tell you quickly, since I just want to get this over with.
It happen a few weeks ago with my friends; *****, ******, ******, and **** (These bleeps here are the name of the person's friends. He, himself, who wrote this, has his own name censored due to legal reasons, the only thing we can tell you is that there were four males and one female) We were on an urban exploration – well, not an official one. We were into those things called “Lost Episodes” which were allegedly episodes from popular children cartoons that were either never aired or completely banned. Take the example: 'The Ren & Stimpy Show' which ironically does hav
Creepypasta: Future TenseCreepypasta: Future Tense
I knew something was wrong from the moment I woke up, namely that I was still dreaming. I had to be. There wasn’t any other explanation for the spectacle that awaited my dazed eyes. An abnormally lucid dream to be sure, and I’d never had a lucid dream before but I was at least familiar with the concept. Everything seemed to be flawlessly material and factual, from the flickering red numbers on my digital clock-radio to the individual fibers of my cotton sheets.
But back on topic, you’re probably curious as to what I saw. First I’ll need to briefly acquaint you with the layout of my room. There’s a rather sizable full-length mirror positioned in a straight line across from my bed. Now, in addition to seeing the room itself reflected in the mirror, there was a most unexpected fellow dwelling within the mirror itself. I say “within the mirror” because he was only present as a reflection, facing outwards in a manner that s
Creepypasta: A Household of Four Plus OneCreepypasta: A Household of Four Plus One
“Well, isn’t this a mystery?” June Peterson asked aloud.
The question was entirely rhetorical. June was the only one of the Peterson household who was home at the moment. Alex and Stephanie were off at school and her husband was off on a corporate retreat. But this was more than a bit puzzling. A pair of well-worn men’s shoes which weren’t her husbands, and obviously weren’t hers or the kids, lay discarded in the front hallway. Normally she would have assumed one of her husband’s friends had left them behind by mistake, but he had been out of town for a full three days as of today.
June knelt down and picked up the shoes before examining them. They certainly had seen better days. As she was on her way back to the living room, she noticed something even more abnormal. The door to the crawlspace under the stairs was ajar. When they had first moved into the house it had appeared to be permanently wedged sh
Creepypasta: You Are What You EatCreepypasta: You Are What You Eat
September 14th, 2014
Sleep. I miss sleep more than anything else. You don’t completely understand how much of a necessity it is until you’re reduced to no more than three hours of it each night, I suppose. But I should feel lucky that I can sleep at all. Their screaming keeps much of the staff awake for far longer than I often am.
We still don’t know why they’re always screaming, and may God damn the man who thought to engineer the things with vocal chords. Whoever decided it could possibly be a useful idea to give carnivorous plant-things the ability to vocalize their thoughts was clearly insane. And coming from me that means something. Takes insanity to recognize insanity and all that.
Anyhow, back on topic. The point of all this of course is to see whether a plant with enough specialized cells would be capable of a life similar to one of the lower orders of primates. Because a plant can support nothing similar to a
Creepypasta: How Blessed to be BlindCreepypasta: How Blessed to be Blind
Is there ever any wonder why we look to the sky?
Search in vain?
Where is God?
We don’t know
We fall in space
We can't look down
Death may come
Peace I have found
What to say?
Am I alive,
Am I asleep?
Or have I died?
- KoRn, “Hollow Life”
Parker Jameson didn’t know quite what to make of all this. He seemed to be floating in a never-ending ocean of black flame, all of humanity suspended there with him. Curiously, the umbral inferno left his flesh and clothing intact, and yet Parker could feel it burning at a more base level, searing into his very soul. Wherever the flames danced they would leave behind scorch marks in his mind in the shape of dead gods with unblinking eyes.
He vaguely recalled a life before this one, and seemed to remember that there had been a world before the oceans of black fire. But it all seemed so
Creepypasta: Without a PaddleCreepypasta: Without a Paddle
Lukas Brown was starting to become suspicious, meaning that he was almost beginning to speculate if he should have accepted this unusual solicitation at all. He scarcely knew his neighbour Gray Ridley at all, despite the fact he lived directly next door to him. What the hell could he have possibly been thinking, accepting an invite to a mountain cabin that hadn’t even been aware Gray owned until now? And on top of which, Gray had been behaving downright inexplicably starting from the time when Arranson Carmen had disappeared. Gray had always seemed a bit sullen, but forget out-of-character, he’d been positively walking on air since then! Gray had been chatty and animated the entire drive up to the cabin. His behaviour was categorically un-Gray-like.
As Lukas crawled out of the guest bedroom’s cot he shook his head to clear his thoughts. Lukas reminded himself that just because Gray’s mood had upgraded to a normal level in such a bri
Fantasy Films Adventures - Red Waters (3)
Throughout the remainder of the day, the trio ventured into fishing stores and boat sales lots. The afternoon turned to evening and after they completed their purchase, Palladon accompanied Alex and Vitaly to a local bar for some cold root beer. As they drank up, a crusty old sea-dog who had been sitting on a stool next to them took notice.
“Not every day a lion, a tiger and a panther walk into a bar,” he said in an old raspy voice. “It’s a crazy world we’re living in.”
“Tell us about it,” Alex responded. “One day we’re running a circus, and the next we’re hunting for a shark.”
“Shark hunting, eh? What kind of a shark?”
“I suspect it’s a great white, “ Palladon responded. “Sea lion is a favorite meal among adult whites, and the shark went after Stefano like house flies on rotten leftovers.”
“Why would a shark be in waters around here anyw
Blackened I remember the world’s reaction when the new land arose from the pounding waters of the sea, a small island barely half the size of New Zealand suddenly appeared in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. The island was covered in tall, leafy trees and large, rocky mountains. At first the world was in a mixture of excitement and curiosity, wondering what new adventures the new land held and how it just managed to appear almost overnight with nobody noticing. First there was simply water, and then it was there, land breaking through the water and lying there as if that had been its resting place since Pangaea. Scientists were baffled. Some called it impossible while others searched for a logical explanation to how it came to be.
America was the first nation to send explorers to survey the new land. The explorers had cameras that began filming them as they first stepped foot onto the island, and the cameras sent live footage around the world
Halfassed Micropasta ( Lost mind) Do you ever wake up thinking it was a Tuesday only to be informed it was actually a Thursday with no recognition of the past days? Just little fragments of memories or so you think those are memories of this week. Everyone else just acts normal. Filling you in trying to convince you that you just had a little mind trip and that it really was Thursday, naturally this isn't a big deal since it doesn't affect you. Every day is fairly similar. Part of a schedule you follow.
Do you ever arrive home and take a nice break to release of the struggles you've had this morning? But wait, when your friend, parents, or even co-workers asks you about your day so far did you struggle to remember what did happen? Did you draw a blank?
These are all just little mistakes in our dear program which you unquestionably live by. Glitches in your life we string together into your mind.
Silence,--Silence! It's the hour of deepest hush of night! I stand alone on this empty cobble stoned bridge. The fog, my recent companion. I stare down at the murky water and the horrors I face. Hundreds of drowned men and women stare up at me.Their mournful gray faces with regrets half spoken.
Sleep. What is sleep? A sweet unconciousness of dreamless rest? I don't remember. It feels a century since I've slept well. Does anyone sleep well? Save children and hard worked diggers of the soil.
I have a new visiter. A horse and buggy. The rich couple inside laughing and mocking the poor. Mocking me. The wheels splash the ragged form once known as me.
I use to be that man.
I use to be that woman.
I use to be the couple.
It's the drugs, I thought, that brought me to this state,
The poison of France.
The Green Fairy.
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