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, this is the last part of The Last Night for a Graverobber
When I returned to my home I boarded up the windows of my house. I decided that they would go away if I just didn't look out of the windows, but that wasn't the case. Closer and closer the circles got whenever I went out to investigate during the day. I kept myself secluded for weeks - quit my job at the hospital. Then it hit me just the other night - IT WAS THE STATUE! It made all the sense in world, the shapes and the circles, all of it began happening after I got that stupid statue. I laughed because I knew, I knew that I had to answer to end all of this. Not daring to leave the house at that moment - because I knew that they were making their little walk around the yard - I decided to leave for the graveyard the next day. I reached the graveyard the next evening and found the grave, but the soil seemed to have been disturbed, probably not longer than two days ago. Worried I dug, and it was quickly becoming night. When I reached the coffin I didn't hesitate to open it, but when I did there was something, something I didn't understand. In the grave was my friend, mangled and with an obvious face of horror. Horrified, I threw the statue into the grave with my friend and quickly and messily threw the dirt over it. Then the winds came back, and looking out onto a hill I could see the shapes, just like the first time I had seen them. Here I am now, I don't remember how I returned home. I have given up hope, spent my last moments righting this letter. The winds haven't stopped, and I can hear something else in the wind now. Not words, just the sound of doom, you might understand it if you heard it. They should reach my house tonight, no wait, I can hear them now. But the joke is on them, I will not give them the chance to mangle me like they did my friend. I don't know If my fate was sealed when I picked up the statue, or If I could of returned it sooner, I donât know, so I'm telling this to the person who reads this - DO NOT LOOK FOR TH
Good night, but enjoy school while you can, you will miss it when you graduate.
Kind of an Appendix to my story here, he was trying to write down don't go looking for the statue, well you might ask "How would they even know where to look." Well the good Dr. Green kept notes and descriptions of his "expeditions". So somebody could find them, and learn where the grave was.
A brief flash of light Illuminates the darkest night And when I open the locked door I find more than I bargained for And now I know much more than I should And I wish that if I ever could... I'd go back Back in time I just wanna get off the knowledgeable track And see why did I do that, what was going on in my mind? But now it's late Far too late I know far too much And I know that I'll never be quite the same again! But does it really matter? Cuz everything leads to the same thing in the end
Creeped out man. Creeped the hell out. Like one of those clowns that has that fake smile plastered on their face...but they're not smiling. And they look totally evil. I might post some more poetry later, but I need to submit my ratings for the Picture Changing Contest. I'm a judge, and so is TSL(who hasn't submitted his ratings as far as I can tell, btw).
