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
As I run down the tarmac, the Mafia driving there jeep after me, I start to pray about my family and relatives. I stopped, knowing that this would be my last breath of life. The jeep, with its screeching tires, burning down road, slammed right into me. As soon as it hit, blood, sprayed everywhere. Onto the cars windshield, the guy's face. A huge pool of blood lay in a curve on the road strip. My tattered, torn, and uncared about body layed out across the scene. Broken ribs, and shattered skull peices are everywhere. My brain is squished into the road where they ran over it with glee. My intestines lay across the road in the Mafias symbol, as where they had ripped them out of my gouged stomach. My tounge swelled and a pusy yellow liquid had come out of it as the poked at me with the butt of there gun, and shot at me also. They left, with a happily done job. The had got what the wanted, the Amulet of Life.
Don't ask. I have no idea where that come from. But I'd say it's a little bit morbid.
I sleep in this bed. It's all institutional, and I have been set here for something I had done. Something of the most heinous nature. I hadn't meant to do it. It just happened. One minute I'm burglarizing that house, the next I'm stabbing old Tim Jones to death. It was all euforic, mixed with psychosis. I don't remember any of it. Apparent;y I stabbed him 64 times, but I think less. That is however enough to kill me for, due to the fact it was a robbery. I don't understand it all though. I plead guilty, I went through 3 appeals, and yet here I still am, sitting on death row watching the occasional killer go down those halls to the electric chair, or Yellow Mama, as the guards refer to it. Now I know I'm up. The clock is ticking down. 48, 40, 32, 24, all the way down to now. Now I go. Now I face my fate in the electric chair. It is the place I will live last, and the place I will die in.
The end. In case you're wondering, I'm leaving the execution up to you guys. Read and infer. Basic Language Arts XD
Not to be a spelling Nazi, but you spelled "euphoric" wrong. Other than the slight typos(and I can't blame you there; just look at our names. I guess we both suck at typing our names, huh? We both typo'd.) very great story. Don't worry, I'll do the execution. But from the executioner's point of view.
My knuckles turn white as I gaze at the man sitting in the chair. He's a brutal murderer; stabbed a poor, innocent old man sixty four times. Mutilated him. And yet, as the rage and fury and disgust built up in me, ready to bubble to the surface, I couldn't help feeling pity for the poor man about to be killed, no matter what he had done. I could see he was shaking slightly. His pale, sweaty face contorted with fear. And although my heart was hardened; I had done this dozens of times before; I did feel sympathy. He was going to die and he knew it. Old Sparky waited to be brought to life, and to steal this man's life away. But was he really a human? No human could do what murderers and torturers could do, those...thingsdestroyed people. And yet, could humans do that? The soul was darkening. And war, poverty, bloodshed, torture, humans did that. And were any crimes punishable by death? Were we, the servers of justice, turning just as bad as the criminals? Were we going too far, too brutal? And yet, there was no time to think about this. As the large clock on the wall ticked noisily, I gritted my teeth. And I pulled the lever. And there was a scream, a flash of electricity, and the murderer slumped in the chair, death holding him in its dark embrace.
I can imagine the end. And that wasn't morbid at all. Only saying that you stabbed im like 64 times.
Here is the murder scene for you.
I sit here in this house. A robbery, or at least it was supposed to be. I sat there, stabbing this poor old man, Tim Jones, multiple times. In the arm, letting the blood ooze down is forearm and onto the floor. His morbid screams are muffled as I had put a cloth into his mouth. In the eyeball, poking at it, letting it roll around, and the blood squirting all over the place. A yellow brown liquid started to drool out of his eye socket, where I had gouged it out with my fingers. And a couple more stabs to the shest and stomach, watching the blood again, ooze out into a puddle on the floor. As I stand up, I kick him in the head with ultimate force, cracking the skull and splitting the skin. I threw the knife at the back of his head 'Bullseye' I thought. He lay there letting out one last muffled sound. I walk away with the loot, letting him sit there a bleed to death in his own home. I have no idea what my twisted mind was going through, but I did it. One of the most morbid things anybody has seen.
There, I hope you all don't get too disgusted. But that was my view of the murder scene in TSL's little story. Enjoy!
Rather morbid because of its suicidal reference tendencies. Although that was actually not what I had in mind when I wrote it.
Moving On
I can't stay here anymore I will walk out that open door I can't survive I won't live a lie I can't stay on Earth I must leave my place of birth I must move on To the next world I must move along In my life I can't survive here I don't belong here I try to say goodbye I try to hold on tight But in the end I lose the fight I can't live a lie I try to hold on I've always known this day would come And then I realize All I need is to say goodbye I don't belong I must move on And escape This place of hurt Please understand I don't belong I just want to say goodbye A place of hope and no pain Perfect skies and no rain Could go there today but refrain Cuz I am waiting for you Give me your hand But realize I just want to say goodbye Please understand I must move on and carry on my own life I feel confused, I feel wrong And that's my sign I've made up my mind Please, let me go I just want you to know I will always wait for you In the place where I belong I don't belong I must move on And escape This place of hurt Please understand I don't belong I just want to say goodbye I pray you'll take me back inside When the time is right When I'm where I belong In a place full of peace and light I'll take you back in But for now I say goodbye Wipe that tear out of your eye For me, you must be strong I'll see you again, when I belong
Be careful how graphic you go, guys. We don't want this thread to be locked due to un-PG-13-ness. Although I think it's appropriate, who knows what the mods will think of it?
Be careful how graphic you go, guys. We don't want this thread to be locked due to un-PG-13-ness. Although I think it's appropriate, who knows what the mods will think of it?
Well, I'm refraining from graphicness. I could do worse. Some mods will think of it as creative, others as heavily disturbing. Who knows.
Ohh, I thught you said morbid. Ohh well. That wasn't that graphic. And at least it isn't a video. Just some literature. And this is supposed to be PG13. And I think that was perfectly PG13.
And the brown ooze came out of his eye where I scratched it out? I spat out my bacon.
Gouged it out. Like ripped it out. Putting his fingers in the socket and pulling it out wiht force. Ripping it away and squezzing it. Ohh, sorry. Too graphic.
