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Death's Scythe isn't an Idle PlaythingYou hear the words that scream out loud, they're begging inside your head;
Yet you continue on in this delusion, not hearing a word that anyone said;
They're ripping at your flesh and tearing at your soul, yet there's silence to be found;
And though you have no memory, you seem to be spotting seams of blood upon the ground.
You don't remember all the faces of those lives you gladly took;
You don't remember all the names of the people you forsook;
The only memory that you have, is a haunting one at best;
It's a daunting memory of the lives that you possessed.
And in your bloodied, mangled hand, is the doll of that little girl;
Whose life you stole and claimed your own, and cast out of this world;
She was innocent, she was pure, yet your nature knows no bounds;
You are cruel and cold and heartless, and your killer instinct resounds.
You resonate with death, because the voices tell you what to do;
They won't leave your head, so the killer now is you;
Your wavelength is astounding, it beck
His flowing wings will sting and they will be knowing
The sweetness of your skin in his embrace
As he sucks you dry of all your vital energy
And leaves your body scarred without a trace
His lips will press against your mouth as he holds you
Like a butterfly pinned against some board
If you could read his thoughts they would inflame you
Leave your body lying in ashes of discord
No wind could ever come along to cool you
In the urn fashioned from the heat of his rage
But his eyes they will encircle you with caring
Like a bird trapped inside a wire cage
And every time you move his skin will touch you
Like a fire licking paper as it burns
And yet you won’t be able to resist him
You’ll wait there eagerly till he returns
There’s nothing you can do that will dissuade him
His emotions are not of a human kind
If ever he can see you he will make you
His puppet as he snares and steals your mind
It’s useless to resist his knowing fingers
As they poke and pri
An Attack on My SpiritDemons surround my bed every night
I tell them to leave but they always stay
Singing their dark songs just out of my sight
I've let this happen, I can't turn away
I've told them they aren't aloud in my room
A gift I don't like, I wish they would leave
But still they are here causing thoughts to bloom
Forcing them out I can not yet achieve
I may complain but I'm never lonely
An inherited fate I can't deny
Although my dear guests are rather homely
To push them away, I think that I'd die
For I've grown to love those dark dark creatures
I'm used to all of their dark dark features
Haunted Tetris [Creepypasta attempt]Jeez, I don't write stories.
This is most likely a terrible story, but hey, I don't care.
I thought this one up not too long ago.
The story of the Haunted Tetris
I don't know where else to turn...or what should I do.
I am scared out of my mind.
I was playing Tetris the other night on my GameBoy, chillin', having some fun. I got a tetris combo and scored a massive 3000 points. I was happy, until I failed at one part, resulting in a game over.
So I reset the GameBoy, but for some reason...the game didn't start...I took the cartridge out for a second and blew in to it, maybe there was some dust inside it (after all, the cartridge IS over 20 years old). After I put the cartridge back in, the game launched, hooray! But there was something off...There were only a few letters on the screen...D E A L E X 1987. Horrifyingly, it spelled "Dead 1987 Alex".
-The hell is this?! - I spoke to myself,
I was so confused, but then I pressed start anyway. More eerie
The Crazy Girl in the chairIt's that time of day
Just to go "Behold"
Good bye lump of clay
For another story is to be told
'Once upon a time
A girl all alone--'
Yes, it'll all Rhyme
It seems I'm on a roll
'She kept walking
In a dark meadow
No one saw her falling
She was born a shadow'
'No one could see her
Turn left or right--'
Ohh! My Carpet is filled with fur!
'Wait, She's no where in sight'
'In the tall grass
Filled with Scarlet red
Sprinkled with broken glass
Frightened, everyone else fled'
'Don't try to fend
Everything did fade
In her coated hand
Was a deadly blade'
Oh! I have a blade to clean
There the tale is done
Better go before your seen
I'll give you time to run
I gave you time to run
But now your time is done
The Attic“The attic,” it’s here,
“The attic,” so near.
Creature lies in the dark
Hollow tears within my heart.
It’s coming for me
This entity only I can see.
“The attic,” pale faced,
“The attic,” full of hate.
Crimson rivers trickles down--
On this blood stained fabric; my once beautiful gown.
It’s coming for me
This entity only I can see.
“The attic,” sees me,
“The attic,” ever screams.
Hands around my neck
I then hear a sickening ‘crack’.
This entity only I can see
This entity found me.
The Fright Before ChristmasTwas the night before Christmas,
there was a distress.
Because at 1428 Elm street,
it was nothing but a mess.
Christmas is ruined,
because Santa is dead.
Who can you blame for this,
no one but good old Fred.
A family moved into his house,
and filled it with Christmas cheer.
They didn't expect him,
to fill their dreams with fear.
Dad was the first,
to die of mishap.
While he watched Christmas movies,
with popcorn in his lap.
While trying to adjust the signal,
the T.V fell and crushed his brain.
As the television short circuited,
you could hear him die in pain.
Jokes can kill"Jokes can kill..."
Dreams turn to fear
But cying isnt an option
The end is near
I'm still hoping for a reaction
Eyes They're everywhere
Here and there
I can never be free
Wiping those smiles off they're faces
With My gun I can
I love these races
It's all Fun
I ran faster
I already knew
This ends in a disater
I went to a corner
Ah Shit A dead end
I'm a goner
Be well my friend
They step out
They're guns in the air
Words out of his mouth
About Justice and what's Fair.
The man stood still
Sorrow and Fear
Is what he fells
He knows that the end is near
A creepy smile appears
A gun aimed on my head
I share my pains and Misseries
Everything finaly Ends...
The Unknown ValeDown in no-man's valley
Lies the land that's never seen
At least, none have returned to tell its tale
All have died who've been
Whispers may reach you, time to time
Of screaming in the night
The towns around are often struck
With pestilence and blight
The rumours say the land is cursed
By a ruler whose outlook is grim
Fond of murder, enamoured with pain
Your chance of survival is slim
The truth, I say, is worse than this
Though I know that you will gawk
When I tell you that this evil vale
Is a place where dead men walk
Hordes of zombies prowl the land
With bats and wolves most dire
The ranks of skeletal troops march out
At the call of a foul vampire
How do I know of these terrible beings?
I tell no lies when I sing
For no-man's valley is my valley
I am the undead king.
Slender SonnetWalking through the night
Out on my midnight lark
I have no sight
Only my flashlight to cut through the dark
Some hidden notes
I pluck from an abandoned shack
On my mind it floats
I haven't time to go back
My vision is blurred
A shape seen through my beam
If i shout i shan't be heard
No reason to scream
The tentacles of his back seize
My soul has gone to the breeze
Our DutyWe swallowed the path home
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
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