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dArk ReAlM
dArK pRoPhEt
Goth, depressive, self abusive, physcotic, nurotic, suffering, and hatred. These are the descriptive words of me, brought, upon, by sadness and the feeling of low selfworth. Feeding off my inner deamon that refuses, to quit. Everyday growing stronger and stronger, the images it brings me, the tourment it reaks......
These are the images, the images that I cant seem to shake, the images from my past, these are the images from my tourmented mind, it is no joke, for I go to sleep, and when I wake up, there are bodies all around me, everyone is dead. These are the things that haunt me, the things that prevent me to sleep. I see images of murder, death by beating, mutilated bodies, people screaming, he called himself the Dark Prophet, the one that swung the axe, he is the reacurring nightmare, the deamon that lives inside of me. Slowly wearing me down, until finaly, he decides to kill me.
MeNtAL MaYheM
All these thoughts running through my head, they are so fucked up, I must be wack in the head, I am afraid that i will reofend and this vicious cycle will never end. I must be crazy, that is why I am here, I'ts hard going threw life living it all in fear. One of these days I just might find, my life is not worth living, everything is not always going to be fine, I will end my life, put my soul to rest, and finally go to a place where I find nothing but peace and happiness.
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Blood, pain, death, the memorys of my ever lasting torture. I sit here in this room, wandering, waiting, for beyond that door, death surley awaits. I hear yelling, screaming, crying, people's voices, and the sound of children dieing. I run to go hide, but it is to late, it is my turn to die. He killed me, now I'm living amoungst the dead, killing all humans, until that man is dead.
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I don't know what is coming over me. I fell this urge, this sensation, this passion, for hatred, things that once made since to me I have long since forgotten, and I long for that day of internal slumber. I'm loseing my grip on reality for the word sane holds no bearing. They say that death pays all deabts, than death it shall be.
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As the hour of darkness draws near, I grow ever more so weary. Death, destruction it so seems, are just a prelude to my destiny, and my life to this day has been a lie. Vengence, is what I'm after, and I won't rest untill I kill each and every one of you..
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Death plagues the streets and tyranny infests anything that walks, commotion reins free and death rules all. Bow down before me or you all will fall.
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Pleasant sounds overshadowed by faint screams in the distance. Hopeless thoughts infest our minds and we fall victim to the evil that we have created.
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Death, tyranny, why do these images still haunt me in my sleep. I wake up to faceless people, only to find, that they're images of people who have long since past. Stuck between two worlds, here they must stay, until a brave little soul sends them away. So here I stand, at the firey gates of hell, that's what I get for helping people out.
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I sit here, weaping with sorrow, drowning myself with endless tears, confined within my tourted soul. Sadness runs through me, it is but a permanent aspect of my nothingness, and every day is a struggle to just make it.
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My soul is black, the color of death, cant you see, I'm already dead, this isn't going to hurt me. Oh but it did, and they all ran away, they left me for dead, but I still survived. I'm only in here for another five days, and why didn't you come and help me that day, just remember, pay backs a bitch and have a nice day.
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These are the thoughts recorded from my head. From a tormented mind so little and yet filled with thoughts of torment and dread, I hope that you can help me before it's to late, before the unthinkable happens and that knife seals my fate.
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Ive been driven to the edge of insanity. Forced to walk amoungst the living, but living in this half life. It grows inside of me, feeding off my rage, and each day I become less and less. So here I am, writing my last words to you, before who I am now, is no more and the darkness consumes me.
An excerpt from Sanity's Crucifixion
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Sitting in the tree with an ever so watchful eye, he strikes down on the unsuspecting, sucking all their blood dry. He is the eyes of the night, the terror of the dead, with an unbecoming stare, and a face full of dread. He prays on the living and rules all the dead, he is not a vampire or even the reaper himself, he is an unsuspecting evil he is not even dead, he is, ME!
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I dont know what I said to her to make her do what she did, no stop, I screamed, please no, she picked up the knife, Noo, she is dead now, leaving me to wonder, leaving me with the pain, the thought of her is driving me crazy, it's making me insane.
There is nothing like living with regret, I should have told her, I should have said something, now she will never know how much I love her.
KiLLiNG YoU
TAke you, stab you, gut you, clean you, get all the germs off so I can eat you. You taste good going down my throat, your skin works good as my coat. You mean nothing to me I piss on your remains, killing you has made me more sane, now that you are threw, I dont have to spend all my time dealing with you. I have more time to do what I want, while your soul is left to haunt. Now that your soul is haunted and torn, you have the rest of eternity to wonder why you were ever born.
SuIcIdE wAtCh
The blood drips down the wall, I open my eyes and death falls upon me. The bad choices that i have made up to this point flash upon me as my life slowly drifts away. People are left to wonder why things had to come to this, but you can only grieve fo so long untill you realize that it was all your fault and you to will become a statistic.
mY dOg rOvEr
I killed my dog with a log. It was night and there was fog. There was nothing left when i was done, because i finished him off with a gun. Picking up the pieces, having lots of fun, there is nothing more id rather do, then mess with these piles of flesh and goo. I put it in a bowl, I cooked it into stew, there is still some left, Im saving some for you. Now the crime is over and the fun is done. Im missing my dog Rover, damn, I better break out the glue gun.
Clicks
Im fat, Im ugly, Im worthless, no one cares, people always pick on me, they laugh point and stare. I cant please anybody, they always ask for more. I have every oppurtunity to suceed, but I always slam the door, for I am afraid to suceed based on what other people think, they tell me Im stupid and that i stink. I let people control me in everything I do, I just want to fit in, like everybody wants to. I changed the way i acted, and the things that I do, Im finally wiseing up, now Ive got a clue, you be someone your not, inorder to get your way, now life is worth living, each and every day.
NiGhTmArE
Bang, Bang, the witch is dead, I tied her up and shot her in the head. That creepy old lady just had to go, fuck that dirty old lady, she is just another hoe. My councelor always said, talk about those bad thoughts, get them out of your head, though its to late, now mom is dead, life in prison as the judge just said, my life is over, Nick yelled mom, get out of bed.
CaNiBaLiZe Me
Fuck me, beat me, stab me, shoot me, take all the dignity away from me. Tie me up to a tree, take a bat and beat my lifeless body. I dont deserve to live for all the shit that I have done, take my breath away, with a gun. Stab me untill Im good and dead, canibalize me and eat my fucking head. You did what you had to do and thats ok, I am a bad person and thats why I had to die today.
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I am sad, sad behyond compare, your looki9ng into my eyes, please dont stare, sadness is what you can see, all my feelings, all my thoughts, hovering above, stareing down on me. You try and talk to me, but I dont care, because nothing you say, will take my pain away. I try many things, its hard to cope, life is getting hard for me, Ive lost all hope. I slice and dice to take the pain away, with every cut, my life slowly drifts away. The pain of living is to strong, I was born in 1 day, and my death lasted all night long.
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