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
Alright, here is the first part of my tale The Last Night for a Graverobber
It is strongly inspired by the story The Hound by H.P. Lovecraft. So just tell me what you guys think.
People always asked me the same question, âWhat is your hobby Doctor Green?â It was always fun to see their expressions when I told them that I liked to walk around at night. If only they knew half of what I did. I was a grave robber, Iâve stopped now, but it is far too late. While I was digging I was searching for artifacts. Coins and jewelry were nice, but what I really wanted were things associated with the occult. Iâve gathered quite a collection, all kept away in my cellar â" couldnât let people find out. One night, several months ago, I chose a very boring grave. Nothing strange about the marker, unless you count the fact that it had no markings at all strange. Now I wish had never of disturbed the soil of that grave, but I was too eager to find something. I reached the coffin and had totally expected to find the normal pile of bones, but there were none. In the coffin was only a little statue, maybe a foot high. It was carved out of ivory, resembled an owl, but in place of the owlâs head was a dogâs. I retrieved the strange piece and at the same time strong gusts of wind started to blow through the graveyard. I didnât think anything of it â" nothing strange about heavy winds near the sea â" but now I am sure it was a warning
Bronze. Just type it in notepad first. Then transfer it to Word and see the mistakes and go back to notepad and Change them. And the WAATCHAAAA The smybols are gonna be gone.
People always asked me the same question, "What is your hobby Doctor Green?"It was always fun to see their expressions when I told them that I liked to walk around at night. If only they knew half of what I did. I was a grave robber, I've stopped now, but it is far too late. While I was digging I was searching for artifacts. Coins and jewelry were nice, but what I really wanted were things associated with the occult. I've gathered quite a collection, all kept away in my cellar" couldn't let people find out. One night, several months ago, I chose a very boring grave. Nothing strange about the marker, unless you count the fact that it had no markings at all strange. Now I wish had never of disturbed the soil of that grave, but I was too eager to find something. I reached the coffin and had totally expected to find the normal pile of bones, but there were none. In the coffin was only a little statue, maybe a foot high. It was carved out of ivory, resembled an owl, but in place of the owl's head was a dog's. I retrieved the strange piece and at the same time strong gusts of wind started to blow through the graveyard. I didn't think anything of it" nothing strange about heavy winds near the sea" but now I am sure it was a warning
The next part to The Last Night for a Graverobber.
Upon returning to my country home the following night the winds stopped. I placed my newly obtained statue in the cellar - very proud of it back then. I walked upstairs to my library to try and find anything about the ivory statue. Settling on an ancient book - ironically one I found in another grave - I sat in my chair by the window. I took a glance out of the window and happened to notice two strange shapes silhouetted by the moonlight and quickly decided that they were nothing but tree trunks. After dozing off - and not learning anything about the statue - I got up and decided to take one last look out of the window. The shapes that I had thought of has tree trunks had clearly moved, but that couldn't be I thought to myself. Deciding to investigate the "tree trunks" the next day - and to cut them down - I went to bed. The discovery I made the next mourning didn't make me feel any better. There were no tree trunks, but there were what appeared to be drag marks were I had seen them. They made a circle about one hundred yards in circumference around my house. Being stupid then I decided there was a reasonable explanation - maybe old patients of mine trying to get back at me for some reason - and went on with my day. But curiosity got me that night, and I couldn't help but stare out of the window. There they were, I watched them more closely this time and sure enough they moved, but very slowly. I laughed trying to comfort myself - giving the pranksters credit for working so hard. The next morning I went out to see the circle, but this time it was a few yards closer. The next week went by, and I stupidly kept giving the same excuse for the shapes, kept ignoring the fact that they were getting noticeably closer. I had to get away from my house - had to get away from them - so I went to visit my friend in the city. That day with my friend was probably the last time is was happy, because that night, I looked out the window. Closer than ever before - but not close enough to see any detail - were the two shapes, just standing there. I didn't sleep that night, gave my dear friend some excuse I can't remember and left to my home the next morning.
Silence falls as the bugle sounds enemies running we are the cunning
looking through my scope on the top of our slope ready to take a life... or two but this ain't nothing new
blissfully unaware as I stare finger on my springfield there is no shield
The sergeant yells "open fire" they try to attack but were higher and they lack
in no time at all, one hundred bodies and there is about 15 who crawl all over the ground are autumn leaves matching the color of blood
I hear a slicing sound I see my Crimson blood on the ground I just feel cold...cold steel I'm afraid this can't heal
Looking at my foe with a face of pain looking around, I see a crow eating the bodies of the dead
laying down on the Earth brisk autumn breeze many solders on their knees I see the spear that has taken my life the courageous sound of a fife Breaking through the sounds of battle officers sitting on a saddle
Fading now I can see my brow as all sounds mute out
Wow bronze. LNFGR is really getting interesting. Next part please! Two poems, huh dudeguy? You mind splitting them for us?
I can see the difference Between good and bad And as I cross that distance I start going mad(mad mad) I'm going insane Because of the things I've done I can't feel the pain But this still ain't any fun As I watch my victims die As I see them, dark thoughts cross my mind And I think I've crossed the line But still, I go on For as long As long as I can
