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
Sorry, just butting in here. If you guys really like morbid and creepy stuff, you should check out H.P. Lovecraft, he might give some good inspiration.
Sorry, just butting in here. If you guys really like morbid and creepy stuff, you should check out H.P. Lovecraft, he might give some good inspiration.
Or nichodemus 0.o But thanks, man. Did you like our stuff? Do you have anything to add? This isn't like some kind of depressed, morbid, sad clique or anything. "Yeah, you need five wrist slash scars to get in" *shows arm* "Ok you're good to go."
Sorry again, Moat. Glad you didn't make a fuss about it
It's fine, it's fine. A fuss? Oh, did I hear you correctly? You want a fuss?*starts bawling loudly*
Judging from my strange, lame jokes on my replies, I have recovered from my night of morbidity. That actually sounds like a cool name for a song: Night of Morbidity. I think I just put my bottom in gear again! Prep for new song!
Wow. Oh my gosh, sorry for the... Quadruple post? Hrm... I can't get a mod to delete it cause I have to go. Would one of you nice guys report my extra posts to a mod please?
I just sit there, on my bed The voices screaming in my head I cannot scream, I cannot cry For all my tears have been cried dry The scars on my wrists, a silent testament To how my heart has been torn and bent It's a night of morbidity A night to remember A night of infallibility As we discover the truth We could be dismembered At all the we see's been set loose And as we're falling As we're screaming We fall right Back into the night Of the dark and the pain And lay there, until nothing remains
Wow. Umm, I'm surprised. That turned out better than I thought it would. Anyways, what do you guys/girls think?
"Yeah, you need five wrist slash scars to get in" *shows arm* "Ok you're good to go." *Gives evaluation* "Okay, you seem pissed enough." *Lets him in* And we need darkness evaluations too. "Hey buddy, is the cup half empty or half full?" "It is more than half empty. You can see that the air flows right out of the cup and fills the space around, choking us with the emptiness and darkness until we can't breathe..."*guard takes a step back* "Whoa, ok. This guy's good to go."
A man was walking through the Wood. He was a poor man, with only two friends. As he was walking he came into a dark glade that he had never seen before. In the center of the glade was a strange stone. It was obviously cut into a square, but its corners were now worn and rounded. As the man got closer, he could discern markings, but they were of a kind he had never seen before. The man however, was not worried about the stone, but of a strange white flower that seemed to have a glow of its own. The flower was sitting perfectly on a little stem, and what seemed to be growing right on top of the stone. The man wanted dearly to pick up the flower, but he was afraid that he might damage it. With a great struggle, the man left the flower, being sure to mark the trail. The man would return to the flower everyday for several months. He forgot to perform his duties, and even keeping himself clean. He didnât talk to his friends, is only thoughts were about the flower. Soon the man became to think that the flower was talking to him. He would sit with the flower for hours, just talking. One day, when the sun was almost ready to set, the man was arguing with the flower. The flower had asked him to bring his friends, but he didnât want to show the flower to anyone. Reluctantly the man agreed, and he returned to the village.
He led his friends to the glade the next day. One friend, a skinny red-haired man, seemed to be struck with awe; the other had a worried face on. The two friends were led to the stone very slowly and warned not to touch the flower. The red-haired man seemed to not heed these words and rushed up to the flower and pulled it from the stone. The flowerâs light died instantly. The poor man looked at his red-haired man with a furious expression. He picked up a large stone and struck down his red-haired friend. The other man looked on with horror, but the poor man, not wanting to let anyone know that he had committed murder, struck down his other friend.
The poor man picked up the flower from his red-haired friends corpse. Instantly the sky seemed to turn dark red, voices stormed into the poor manâs head. Screaming, he ran madly through the Wood. He didnât worry about the many cuts he was getting from the thick thorns. Soon the man stared seeing things as well. Dark shapes resembling giant hounds were chasing him, snapping at him. Up ahead a wide chasm was blocking the manâs path that not even a deer could leap across. With one final mad scream, the man leaped, and fell.
The people in the village did not hear the screams, or even see the red sky, but after a few days they became to worry about the three missing men. One boy, the son of the red-haired man, decided to search for them. After hours of walking through the Wood, he came across a dark glade. In the center was a strange stone, and on top of the stone was a white flower.
Hey guys, I just want to pop in to comment. Bronze? I read your White Flower story and it creeped me out a little. I liked it! Very well written and it seemed very original to me. Honestly, it was great!
