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My Winter Bride Hush, my love
Not a word
Not a sound
Let me kiss your breath away
as I lay you to sleep in the frost covered ground.
I shall dress you in a wedding gown
of lilies so pure and white
Pleading my vows of love eternal
to you, my Winter bride.
Our wedding bed is covered
in a blanket of virgin snow
Stained only by the secrets
I have forced upon it now.
Sleep gently, my love
Not a whisper
Not a breath
Let me lie by your side
while I love you to death.
Slender: Don't look or it takes you!You found yourself deep in the woods,
Peering check the entire surroundings.
As you began to move around to find eight pages to survive the night,
Searching everywhere in the woods for the pages.
However, you lucked out.
Page 1 from the blue tank truck,
Still legit and yet you are calm.
Page 2 from the bathroom,
The tensions began to escape your comfort zone.
You shook your fear off as walking further.
Somehow you feel slightly nauseated due to his aura,
Having a feeling that you may vomit.
You know he is near you.
But you ignore your instinct and move on.
As you walked towards the ancient tree,
Page 3 you are lucky,
The static on your c
My ConfessionI have only minutes to write this letter
I was hoping full confession would make me feel better
You see I've done a Dastardly deed
and I put it on Paper for all to read
It was not but months ago I found out my ex
had cheated on me in the form of sex
With shocking enlightenment, my heart about to burst
I concocted a plan, with the title of worst
Until tonight Revenge was just a word you thought you knew
You could look into my eyes and see how the hatred grew
Hatchets and blades, and Mask for masquerades
As the hacking begins, Morality Fades
Lines of right and wrong wash away
As I grab my knife and start to play
Chopping, I'm cropping without a picture
Making new designs on the body with light fixture
Committing mass sin
with no fear of FIN
I'm just the monster you made me
One that paid the ultimate fee
There coming for me now
their still wondering how
how the hell I made such a mess
I don't know I must confess....
Yangire Part 3(Creepypasta OC's story)“I will be back in 5 minutes” said Nozomi, walking slowly to the school door.
“Ok, I will wait. But if you don’t come back, I will be looking for you” smiled Miko.
Nozomi entered the school. The hall was empty. She walked to the classroom. She wanted to open the door when suddenly, she heard a quiet noise. She looked at the door opposite. There was nothing there.
“Maybe this is only my imagination…” she thought.
Nozomi opened the classroom. She saw her sketchbook. She went to her bench to take it, when she heard a sound of the door locking. She looked back.
“What are you doing here?!&rdqu
DeathHeavy soul departs
On a raven's wings
Cold body falls
Dragged to the deep
This twilight sings
Of one who once was
Sharp like razors
Or a devil's smile
Even more alone
Condemned to isolation
For the longest mile
Of which they must walk
Colorless granite monuments
On a reaper's playground
In years long forgotten
Beneath blankets of leaves
Lays this dirt lot crowned
Of a rotting corpse named "Me"
The Trouble IsI swear every time I try and date a hotty
I end up in the back yard burying another body
It always starts out the same
Maybe for that I am the reason to blame
I always go after the blonde
a slender figure I am fond
I look at them and see the one I lost
then I feel that pain of final cost
The anger is next follow
as the razor blades I make them swallow
Every new scar I give
they still think they will live
The hours pass by slow
yet as long as the blood does flow
I continue my work
with evil fucked up smirk
And when they no longer look like her
my arms numb and vision blur
I drag them out into my Garden
and ask the Catholic God for another pardon
And just as the last layer of dirt covers her face
that painful memory is gone without a trace
As if it had simply been erased
I fear my guilt has been misplaced
And so as if tempted by God of Mars
I stumble back into the Bars
And Search for a blonde
of which I am so fond....
Monster InsideI try to look into the within
under the flesh and skin
is my soul really tainted with sin?
covered in voodoo needles and pins?
I look into my eyes
and see nothing inside
all the emotion tries to hide
all the fucking time
But it always comes back, wish I could turn it off
My soul's gone black, and I spit up blood when I cough
so much weight loss, but its still not enough
Trying to perfect or destory myself, life's too rough
And I'm sober, worse parts of me show
Somebody I don't wanna know
I never knew I'd fall so low
where the fuck did my sanity go?
I wear this mask so well
No body can tell
I'll send them all to hell
drag them down into this
SchizophreniaGears are turning in my head,
Doctor said the voice was dead,
Something's stirring in the night;
Out of earshot, out of sight.
Creeping closer to my door,
Crawling slow across the floor.
Should I run or should I hide?
Something tells me Doctor lied.
The Man in the Corner
In my room, there's a man in the corner,
With a pistol he holds by his side;
And always the barrel is pointed,
To the place where my conscience resides.
The cartridge is loaded and chambered;
The hammer is ready to fall;
And still the man only gazes,
Preparing to finish it all.
At first I resorted to pleading,
But he stood without moving or sound;
With a face that was void of emotion,
No answer or solace was found.
Many years now have passed since I saw him.
But still in my heart he abides;
Watching with merciless envy,
With the pistol still drawn by his side.
No matter the place where I visit,
I know he will always be there.
In the back
Lifeless BodyEmotion drives us.
runs behind us.
It carves us
and finds us.
It harms us
with a light so bright it blinds us.
Emotion calms us
and binds us.
In its sweet song embalms us.
And as it sends my corpse down the river.
The last bit of life inside of me shivers.
Skin crawling, fists balling, eyelids quiver...
A lifeless body, but emotions stay with her.
SlendermanI sit alone in the forest and cry
I know he's here, and I'm not gonna lie
This faceless man tortures me so
I would hide but I don't know where to go
But why would I walk into his domain
I think I'm starting to go insane
I turn to see him suddenly apear
I start to scream but none can hear
I jump up and beging to run
I hope he knows this isn't fun
Soon I stumble and what a tragic error
Slowly I turn as my soul fills with terror
My heart drops and my world starts to spin
Is this how I'm paying for all of my sins?
Goodbye world, but don't be sad
I positive Slenderman was glad
Cutting Petals (flower girl)
Don’t trust flowers with your feelings,
they squeal when hacked apart.
Their corpses on my table whisper,
“You still have his heart."
Real meA smile on my face
it has a scary base
a dimple on my cheek
is a sign that I'm weak.
This whole me you know
hides a lot,I won't show.
The real me is scary
like a witch in a fairy.
Yes hate me, I am despicable
you can't love me even if you're capable.
Your existence reminds me of something I hate.
No, its not you, its my fate.
No, don't shout not that loud.
The real me is evil, it will come out.
I'm the real me n yet I 'm not
when you see me kill me with a shot
if I survive, it'll be the end.
I'll do damages,no one can mend.
The real me is here
i am screaming out of fear.
Someone save me, please help me
kill me,free me ,please set me
Hush A-bye Baby
Hush a-bye baby,
You're almost dead.
You don't have a pulse,
And your pillow is red.
Your family hates you,
Your friends let you bleed.
Sleep tight with a knife,
'Cause its all that you need.
UntitledAshes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
Flesh and bone,
To dirt and dust,
You let me in,
I betrayed your trust,
So now alone you sit and wait,
Hoping one day I'll open the gate,
But in my world you see is only pain,
Everything to lose and nothing to gain,
So if its my walls you want within,
I'll have to say no with an evil grin,
And make you hate me if i can,
For i'm a monster not a man.
We Young GodsWe young gods went wild down city streets,
Smashing every unbroken pane with a tossed brick
Or sharply swung crowbar, drinking the last whiskey
And smoking the last cigarettes of our generation,
Murdering the lone survivors for the meager repast
They had scavenged from the dark wrecks of our old world.
We young gods don't need to respect any man,
For there aren't any men, and what is respect, anyway?
And the fires we set will burn uncontrolled
In the ever-sleeping neighborhoods until
The whole sky is blue-black and ashes reach
Even the tops of the churches where the old gods lived.
We young gods do not plan to live working lives
In WinterIn Winter, I visited the greenhouse,
Hoping to find vegetable seeds,
But mice had arrived before I,
And no more than a handful of packets
Remained unopened on the shelves.
I took them and found it striking
That I, a human, master of all domains,
Am reduced to eating that upon which a mouse
Thought it not worthwhile to feed.
In the Spring, I shall show humility
When sowing these forwards and backwards:
Humility is how we save ourselves.
Even Brussels sprouts are to my liking
When they are all that remains.
When I woke, I was in the Darkest DarkWhen I woke, I was in the darkest dark
I have ever seen in this city.
For the past three days--
The long three, following the disaster--
Power remained available here,
But now there is only smoke on the horizon,
Indicating the burned ruin of the coal plant,
And the stoplights allow us free passage
Down silent streets.
I go by bicycle, because the thought
Of dragging one of the bodies from a car
And, anyway, I don't know how to drive.
Once, I saw one of the monsters
Chewing on the arm of a dead man
In the dead man's truck.
It was by the grocery store,
Where he must have just parked,
Preparing to buy groceries,
The HorsesIn the green meadows, on the lush hills,
The horses now run free:
Free to eat as they will,
Free to sire and foal,
Free to grow hungry and sick,
Free to die.
We cared for them as pets, as children,
Groomed them, and fed them,
Guarded them from the horrors of nature,
Subjected them to the horrors of Man,
And for every tragedy their were ninety-nine
Lives benignly lived--much as with Man.
We have seen them roaming, now that we
Cannot care for them any longer.
How long can such freedom last
For beings bound to be recaptured
Once mankind has rebuilt itself from these ruins?
How long are these fields their fields,
Those valleys t
If You ListenIf you listen, you can hear what the children sometimes hear:
The voices trapped in dark places,
Voices calling out, softly; names and protestations.
If you listen, they will speak to you of the future.
Never the past, for that is in the darkness,
And man moves always toward the light.
They are in the way places--in the subway
Tunnels, in the empty busses--
Crying out against injustice,
Crying out against the monster so many became
Against their will.
Will you answer them, observer?
You caused this, and you say it cannot be undone.
My people passed with the press of a button,
And, though you looked on in horror,
Could you not
When it is All Empty Once MoreWhen it is all empty once more,
With no one to complain about the heat
And no noise about which to complain,
Will the birds recall what any of it was for,
Perched on rusting husks midstreet?
Will the billboards be sufficient to explain?
When, at night, only the stars remain,
And trees with infinite patience burst the concrete,
And every shelf is pulp in the bookstore,
Will the worms know that this was once a drain
Where flows the food they ravenously eat?
Will the refuse keep forevermore?
How many brief Summers before the last
Building collapses gracelessly in the sea
And the young deer trotting past
Remember nothing of you or
Lovers, Hand in HandLovers, hand in hand, dead on a park bench,
His eyes on her face, but scrunched in pain
And rolled backward slightly, as if looking to God as well;
Her eyes closed and peaceful seeming.
The observer might have thought her dreaming,
Ready to awaken, not merely a mortal shell.
The observer... but who was there to see the twain
Or gag at the stench?
On the walk lay the body of an old man.
His cane, which had a swan's neck and head
Carved into the handle, lay beside him, cracked.
A rotting newspaper beside his right hand
Would not help the observer understand:
It might have seemed the city was attacked.
But no observer stood and to
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