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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.
You Said You Loved Me You said you loved me.
I was your first character.
I remember when you first submitted a picture of me onto the internet. You were so happy when you got a compliment on me. Granted, there weren’t many. You weren’t a popular artist. But that was alright, because even one or two positive comments motivated you to draw more.
I remember when you made a second character. His design wasn’t exactly the most original, like, I’ll admit it, my own design. But you were happy with his design. And seeing you happy made me happy as well.
After some more positive feedback, you made another character. She was a little stereotypical, a bit of a “Mary-Sue” if you will, but no one seemed to mind. Because you weren’t bothering anyone, and you were happy.
I’ll admit it. I got a little jealous when you paid attention to the other two characters, rather than I. But I got over it
Virgin Mary's Saint
It'd been quite some time since I last saw my grandmother. Her birthday is tomorrow so my family and I are paying her a visit. There has been conflict between her and my mother over the past few years, truthfully, the reason seems unclear. There have been times when I ask my mother about it, but for some reason she always avoids the subject.
My mother, father and I have been in the car for a couple of hours, and we've nearly arrived at my grandmother's house. I rest my head on the window, staring out of it. Numerous houses pass by, streetlights gradually began to turn on as the day faded into night. Some flicker on and off, and others shine steadily into the dark. The neighborhood looked... abandoned. Most of the bushes and shrubbery were overgrown along side houses that appeared to be broken in appearance. The screech of the break signaled that we had arrived at our destination.
"We're here," my mother spoke up from the front seat. I grabbed ahold of my bags that
Just a little Girl ((Jeff the Killer x Reader))5BEN'S P.O.V.
He woke up in the middle of a room, a tail in his mouth. "asdfghjkl..." He spit it out looking around. " I'm in the Neko room? Wh-he-ell~ What girl did I hit on last night?" He looks down at the two Neko's beside him. " Kat and Kitten.... Oh shit oh shit oh shit. What the hell have I done." He frantically tries to crawl out from under them hopefully not waking them up. Those two Neko's, they were easily the most dangerous from the rest. He's surprised he came out unscathed.
He notices Masky running off from the doorway with something shiny in his hand." Well how am I gonna explain this one......" He didn't notice the awoken cats behind him as Kat glares at him throwing his tunic at the back of his head. " Put some clothes on you creep!" He looks down realizing he was butt naked, quickly going into the nearest screen cursing under his breath.
"Oh man this is great! Since e
BEN Creepypasta Backstory THEORYBenjamin Pittman was born on April 26, 1990, to two abusive, alcoholic parents in the outskirts of Canton, Ohio. Young Ben was beaten daily, and his parents always told him that the day he was born was "a terrible fate" upon them. Ben never went to school, instead hiding in his room whenever he could, scared and never making any real friends. At age eight, he was rescued by the Child Protective Services and was sent to the nearby home of his loving grandfather to be fostered there. Ben gradually came to enjoy life a bit more at his grandfather's house, and began coming out of his shell more and more. He was home-schooled by his grandfather, as he didn't have the money to send him to any of the good schools nearby, though Ben wasn't bothered by this at all. After getting his hands on an old GameBoy his grandfather had picked up at a flea market, with a cartridge of TETRIS inside of it, Ben became fascinated with video games. He eventually saved up enough spare money to buy a few more ca
(Creepypasta) The Diver
They say she only comes out at night to attack. If that were true my story would have no leg to stand on, as it happened in the middle of the day. But I know what I witnessed and I know it was her. She comes out not just at night but any time male, only male, children are left unattended. She's in the water, just waiting for a chance to drag her next victim down to a watery grave.
But, unlike folklore stories, she is no mermaid. She pretends to be a drowning victim, body limp and pale, floating face down in the water.
You probably are wondering what I am talking about so, I will start from the beginning.
I was ten at the time and my family owned a cliff side house by the ocean. This was our summer home and it was a great place to play, there was even a path leading down to a small beach hidden from view between two rocky cliff walls, climbing out of the water.
One day during our visit my best friend, Nate's, family came over for a visit. I was excited, and wanted to show him around.
Video Games [BEN x Lost Silver fanfiction]"You won't beat me this time!" Ben yelled while controlling his vehicle in Mario Kart race. "Oh really?" Silver smirked, very much unlike him and his usual shy behaviour. "I'll win this round too!" He exclaimed exicitedly. They continued playing and playing and every now and then the others would hear one's shouts of happiness and the other one's groans about unfair life, but eventually everything'd settle down for a moment until they start playing again. There was something about those two, the bond they shared included much more than just video games, but they certainly were the ones that had bonded them in the first place. Silver, being the shy and quiet person he is, was never like that when he was around Ben. And whenever he got in a trouble with Red, Ben would be right there to jump in and defend Silver. It was that kind of relationship that could only be described as 'skinny love'- that type of love where the feelings are returned, but none of either two would say them ou
Drowned on the FloorI drowned on the floor of the bar that night.
I'm sure some of you know that feeling when you know you're about to die, and your life flashes before your eyes. The hero in this situation doesn't give up, and they come up strong in the end. But I'm not a hero, and I am nor great or strong, and in reality, there are no heroes. Just hearts in the right place. But there were no good hearts in the right place at the right time for me. I guess I wasn't worth it.
I should have known, because I drowned on the floor of the bar that night.
The streetlights flickered on as I walked down the pavement, I could hear loud music in the distance, I was getting closer. I heard you were going to the bar, which Courtney had reserved for the party, and that was the only reason I went. Everything I head about you was perfect, everything was good and sweet and charming, and I needed someone like that to tell me they cared, someone wonderful. Someone like you.
It was all a mistake, because I drowned on the fl
The guitar pick [Eyeless SamXEyeless Jack fanfic]Sam loved walking around the forest at night- as dangerous as it may appear, it calmed her down on many levels and has helped her cope with world. She was different, too different from the others, she'd heard people calling her a monster, a freak, a weirdo. But she merely didn't care anymore. Though, she was lonely. She wasn't in need of a friend, no, she was just willing to talk to someone. The silence was frightening- worse than all the mess and noises of the city, which she didn't go in anymore.
However, stumbling around the woods she noticed that she's gotten to the place she's never been at before. She seemed to be in front of some old abandoned building, most likely to be the old factory of some sort. She went all around, investigating, as she's got nothing else to do at this hour. She explored every room, finding nothing that could be important or useful. She sighed, getting out of the building to what seemed to be a backyard of some sort. She noticed a part of big metal t
Run AwayI took a bite of my sandwich, but the silence of the room seemed to be devouring me instead. I was in my creative writing teacher's classroom, eating my lunch while listening as he began to strum the strings of his guitar.
"We're in the band hall. Come if convenient. If inconvenient, come anyway." A text from my friend read.
"Thank, god," I breathed. It's not that I minded being alone, but there was a distinct difference between being alone and feeling alone. Right now it was the latter that was bothering me.
I walked out to the hallway to get to the stairs, about to reach the door that would take me outside when I heard a voice.
"How are you?"
I looked around. The only person in the hall besides me was a boy with orange hair and a beard. He was sitting down, leaning against the white wall behind him.
Was he actually talking to me? I'd never seen him before.
"Um….okay, I guess. How are you?" I wanted to get away from him, to go be with my friends who were pr
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.
PetalsThe grass tickled between her toes as her father toiled away with the roses by the letterbox. She watched his fingers weave between the thorns to pat the soil around each bush, humming to some John Lennon song she couldn't put a name to. Despite the sun just tipping the horizon, she saw sweat prickling his brow and his eyes squinting against the light. The fine lines on his face were suddenly accentuated by shadow, and for a moment, she swelled with wonder.
'Maria, come here,' he said, waving her over. 'You're not going to learn anything sitting all the way over there.'
Excitement sparked her limbs into motion, and she crawled over to sit next to him, careful to tuck her skirt beneath her thighs to avoid the dirt.
He picked up a pair of clippers from beside him. 'Now, you need to snipe back these diseased parts here and there from the base of the plant. It helps it grow better.'
Snipping off two pieces of wood with ease, he deposited them in Maria's outstretched hand. Their rough textu
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