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
Thankyou jezz, I should probably add some more detail, but I really just wanted to get it on here. And lol, it can be hard to explain things when you don't give the people names, sorry if it was confusing.
Thomas breathed heavily as the shadows whispered and the lightning crackled around his rudimentary shelter. He held his head in his hands and closed his eyes, ignoring the ice-cold rain that poured down on him. "Why can't the voices just stop and go away!" he shouted. The voices had spoken to him ever since he had been sent away to the war; ever since he had first killed. And Thomas simply couldn't get the look in the poor man's eyes as he raised his gun and shot him. And the voices had been speaking to him ever since, urging him to kill again. Thomas hadn't slept for almost a week straight now, but he was afraid that if he slept, he would have nightmares again. The blood spattering, the children screaming...that was why Thomas had to move away from civilization. So he never hurt anyone. And yet...the voices seemed to calm him down the more they spoke. Their promises of power and blood...
"Thomas!" exclaimed his friend, waving. "You're finally back! I was getting worried about you." Thomas strode up. His friend took a step back; Thomas's eyes seemed to glow red in the light, and he looked as though he had bloodstains all over him. Thomas raised the knife he held in his right hand, and plunged it into his friend. And then, the voices held him. He couldn't stop, jabbing again and again, the blood spurting like a fountain, the screams echoing like an eerie melody of death. Thomas's tears and his screams melded with that of his friends. And after mutilating the body, laughing, but not happy, Thomas found himself to be dying inside. He held his head in his hands again. And then, like a startling sign that the voices were angry for some reason, Thomas felt a sharp pain, a jolt, all throughout his body. He fell to the ground, still laughing maniacally. And then, as though the voices and Thomas could neither take it anymore, his heart simply seemed to burst. His heart literally exploded, the blood splattering and mixing with the rain pouring down. And so he fell. Ugh, all my stories are sub-par somehow... Fun Fact: It's true. You can actually run yourself so hard your heart explodes. It's happened to Huskies in races before. Thanks for the shove, Sam. It helped.
A pain in your side metaphorical wounds still bleed its been years since I last cried but they flow in earnest, I concede
been stretched to the limit lain low, beaten and stabbed no crescendo yet, I can sense it coming, masked by noise and gab
caught in an intrinsic fear an instilled worry, grasping your throat death in the air, blurry scene, eyes not clear don't breathe the shock, you'll choke
Tear-soaked catharsis, sadness, acclimation can't even see eye-to-eye with your reflection you already knew, though shaken by the proclamation it's a confirmation, not a correction
