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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

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Bronze
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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.

jezz
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Sorry again, Moat. Glad you didn't make a fuss about it

I've got a poem I might post next week... (when I get back from my nans)

Although, Nicho might be upset about it. I'm not surprised he posted here too :P Poor guy

Moabarmorgamer
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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!
jezz
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Sorry again, Moat. Glad you didn't make a fuss about it

I've got a poem I might post next week... (when I get back from my nans)

Although, Nicho might be upset about it. I'm not surprised he posted here too :P Poor guy

jezz
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Sorry again, Moat. Glad you didn't make a fuss about it

I've got a poem I might post next week... (when I get back from my nans)

Although, Nicho might be upset about it. I'm not surprised he posted here too :P Poor guy

Moabarmorgamer
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Umm...jezz?
Triple post or what?

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"Yeah, you need five wrist slash scars to get in"
*shows arm*
"Ok you're good to go."


Or extreme anger. You need evaluation.

*Gives evaluation*
"Okay, you seem pissed enough."
*Lets him in*
Moabarmorgamer
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Lol...ok, any new actual stuff to add, people? Oh, yeah, gotta write Night of Morbidity...

jezz
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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?

Moabarmorgamer
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Night of Morbidity

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?

Moabarmorgamer
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"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."

Bronze
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The short story that I am about to post is one I wrote a few years ago. I decided it was morbid and creepy and so I decided to share it.

It's called The White Flower

Bronze
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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.

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Darkness


Darkness creeps,
Darkness kills.
Darkness lives,
And runs to the hills.

Darkness lulls,
Darkness overcomes.
Darkness is a cancer,
That kills your gums.

Short. Still maintains a dark subject but puts a little humor in.
jezz
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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!

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