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Posted Aug 11, '09 at 4:12am

Moabarmorgamer

Moabarmorgamer

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Hi. This is Moat. And this is where I would like to see people post some morbid poems, stories, etc. Although they don't have to, and I will be mainly the one posting here. First entry to my Morbid Literature Journal:

A very much more selfless, brighter, and, dare I say, more optimistic and therefore idiotic, view.

The Only Thing I Ask

I am on the test, the trial
For my life, the danger is dire
But, dear God
The only thing I ask of You
Is to keep others from the same fate
Protect them from this amount of hate
Save the others
Please God the only thing I ask of You
Save my friends and my mother
From this horror
My photographs, my memories
Will have to help me through
I'm lonely and I'm tired
I'm missin them again
The hatred of others burns like fire
Why do they hate me?
I'm just a man
But, dear God
The only thing I ask of You
Protect my family and friends
And my strength, it will hold
Through the dark and through the cold
I'm hurting and I'm hated
They hurt me with word and rod
But, dear God
The only thing I ask of You
The others around me have lost hope
But I pray to You
And I remember the good times
You have given me
With my family and friends
And I can pull through
Because hurt is nothing new
In this world
And all I need to do
Is pray again to You
I'm lonely and I'm tired
I'm missin them again
The hatred of others burns like fire
Why do they hate me?
I'm just a man
But, dear God
The only thing I ask of You
Protect my family and friends
And my strength, it will hold
Through the dark and through the cold
I am weak outside
They have hurt my body and my mind
For no reason other than I'm different
I believe that the other prisoners went
Well, I am still alive
As long as I can, time after time
Think about those I love
Those left so far behind
But I can't help but wish
That I could be there again
Back where I love to be
There's nothing here for me
On this road of life
But I trust You, dear God
And I pray to You, dear God
The only thing I ask of You
Save them this day
I'm lonely and I'm tired
I'm missin them again
The hatred of others burns like fire
Why do they hate me?
I'm just a man
But, dear God
The only thing I ask of You
Protect my family and friends
And my strength, it will hold
Through the dark and through the cold
There's no one here
Noplace to go
My overwhelming fear
Oh, no no no
But it's not for me
It's for them
I will believe they're safe
Until the end
And there may be horror
There may be strife
But if I lose them
It'll be like a knife
And to you I pray
Dear God
The only thing I ask of You
Protect them on this darkest day
When I'm not around
When I'm much too far away
I'm lonely and I'm tired
I'm missin them again
The hatred of others burns like fire
Why do they hate me?
I'm just a man
But, dear God
The only thing I ask of You
Protect my family and friends
And my strength, it will hold
Through the dark and through the cold
Dear God
You can take me
Save them, protect them
The only thing I ask
Save the others from this fate
Protect them all, upon this day

 

Posted Aug 11, '09 at 4:14am

Moabarmorgamer

Moabarmorgamer

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A much darker take on things; a poem with 1 stanza dedicated to a point of view, then moving on. Victim, murderer, family.


Darkness From Every View

Tick tock, my time is running out
What am I doing here?
What are they doing to me?
They are evil, without a doubt
And I must just say good bye to all those I hold dear
I wanna be set free
But the pain and suffering, I can't think through this
All I want now, is a way through the pain, death so bliss

I might be insane
I like causing pain
I don't care about them
I don't care about their end
I don't care what lives they could've lived
If I didn't kill them
I just wanna kill and kill and kill again
Cuz that's what always happens in the end
Evil in this world
Always has been
Always will be
And so I'll get off with my life
Even though I caused death, misery, and strife

What have they done?
The clouding pain
They must be insane
My poor poor friend
My poor poor wife
What a terrible way to end their life
And yet they go away almost free
And that is not near enough for me

 

Posted Aug 11, '09 at 4:15am

TSL3_needed

TSL3_needed

5,737 posts

I wonder what type of band we'd make : /

This is a song almost.

Here's my poem:

Evil has graced my eyes,
Another soul dies,
Only the wicked can do this,
Only the wicked can see this.

I learned there is no mercy,
Only pity.
Mercy is for the weak,
And the wicked are not weak,

If they were weak,
They wouldn't kill.
If they aren't weak,
Then mercy is undeserved.

The souls that are wicked,
The souls that are truly evil,
Those are the ones I speak of,
And those are the ones that should die.

Death is something they incited,
Death is something they deserve.
But if we do that are we any better?
Are we any better than the wicked soul we kill?

I think not.
Yet it must be done,
It must occur.
It must, or we have yet another soul who does not deserve life.

Once murder is finished,
After that final blow,
The soul ceases to be human,
And becomes lower.

They all go to hell,
But what about the executioner?
Does he go to hell?
I think not.

It's almost an epic. No real flow but tells a story.

 

Posted Aug 11, '09 at 4:17am

Moabarmorgamer

Moabarmorgamer

8,674 posts

What kind of band? The Viking kind that wears skull necklaces.
Yeah, that's right. I heard in this metal documentary about this Viking band, the singer got in a motorcycle accident and pieces of his skull came off, and the rest of the band made necklaces out of the skull shards. That kind of band.
I don't even like that kind of music, but that's judging from our lyrics.
Whoa, can I be right? I think my sense of humor has returned.

 

Posted Aug 11, '09 at 4:20am

nichodemus

nichodemus

13,299 posts

Knight

Well, you asked for it!

Thirteen Ways to Kill Me

Thirteen ways to kill me,
It doesn't matter how you decree.
Thirteen ways to wipe me off,
It doesn't matter I'm aloft.

A copper bullet to the a head,
Burst of fire to see me dead.
It'll be quick just pull the trigger,
My brains in orbit, eyes a last flicker.

A thick knife to my chest,
Won't it simply be the best?
Spurt of pale rose liquid,
A scythe to cut off the weed.

A glass of gin laced with cyanide,
Bittersweet drink for my iron side.
It glides gracefully down my throat,
Your eyes twinkle and mine gloat.

String me up with a course noose,
Tighter so I won't run loose.
I'm a puppet in the rafter's hands,
Swinging ever so slightly like a fan.

Lock me in a room to starve,
On my gravestone you can carve.
I'll eat the sweet tasteless air,
Join me please if you would care.

Or nail me to a wooden cross,
But shine it first with a layer of gloss.
A dozen nails should suffice,
Lamb to the slaughter for sacrifice.

You can drown me in the deep blue sea,
I'll see the bright fish and corals with glee.
Bubbles issue from my open mouth,
As my fingers stretch Down South.

Push me off the Grand Canyon,
To see my skeleton alone and abandoned.
I'll fly at an exhilarating speed,
Now who would commit such a deed?

Run me over with your Cherry Chevy,
You'll see my flattened face all merry.
Sleeping eternally on the road,
My bones crack, my body implodes.

Light me with the Roman candle,
The wax on its silver handle.
I'll burn bright for the entire World,
Spark of crimson like a church mural.

Slit my outstretched wrists,
Watch the droplets drip in bliss.
I apologize I've stained your rug,
Life fades away, pull the plug.

Choose a nice scenic meadow,
Bury me alive don't forget the pillow.
Pile the warm loamy dirt on,
Cover me with leaves and fronds.

Or just flash that sweet killer smile,
Matched not even by Cleopatra of the Nile.
I'll have one hurried longing gaze,
Before falling dead and amazed.

 

Posted Aug 11, '09 at 4:22am

TSL3_needed

TSL3_needed

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What kind of band? The Viking kind that wears skull necklaces.


Maybe not. Maybe the kind that has dark lyrics and plucks a guitar and hits a drum in tune.

Black Sabbathish.

I can't think of a title. Maybe

An Evil Soul
 

Posted Aug 11, '09 at 4:23am

Moabarmorgamer

Moabarmorgamer

8,674 posts

How did I know I'd find you here, Nichodemus?
Nah, an Evil Soul sounds too dark.
Maybe: "Shadows of the Mind"
Yeah, yeah?

 

Posted Aug 11, '09 at 4:25am

TSL3_needed

TSL3_needed

5,737 posts

Maybe: "Shadows of the Mind"


I like that.

So I finally see Nichodemus's famous poetry skills. That's great.

I'll go through the first 35 pages of your thread later XD
 

Posted Aug 11, '09 at 4:30am

Moabarmorgamer

Moabarmorgamer

8,674 posts

Uh...I really do think I'm turning dark and morbid. Not to fear! My humor is returning(though you won't find any in this poem).

I'm falling
I can't hear you
I can hear Death a-calling
And I always knew
That the human soul
So dark and cold
Would be capable of this
But I never thought it'd be me, on the other end
Me, waiting for the darkest bliss
Me, falling,failing, screaming in pain
Me, watching as blood drips like rain
I can hear your screams
They will haunt my dreams
Follow me through the endless night
Screaming, watching, endless fright
This is the end
For me, my friend
But don't you cry
I won't lie
It hurts, it's sad, yes I know
But the human soul has sunk so low
I don't think it can go any farther
Even a son would kill his own father
And as the darkness closes in
As we watch dying children, women, and men
As we shut our ears and eyes to the screams in the night
Do we ever think we'll be the next to experience this fright?


I would like:
Title Ideas
Feedback on the Poem

 

Posted Aug 11, '09 at 4:33am

Moabarmorgamer

Moabarmorgamer

8,674 posts

Shadows of the Mind: The Band
Or maybe The Fallen?

Either way, I get dibs on singing! I suck at anything else.

 
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