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Posted on 2/29/16 at 9:24 pm to baybeefeetz
Into the hellmouth another wand'rer ambles,
Seduced by the silent siren song,
The whisper that comes to lidded eyes,
On nights when sleep has fled.
The steps are languorous,
Down, down, down further,
Into the hidden realms,
Beneath the graves of angels and demons!
And in the heart of mud a new eye opens!
Seduced by the silent siren song,
The whisper that comes to lidded eyes,
On nights when sleep has fled.
The steps are languorous,
Down, down, down further,
Into the hidden realms,
Beneath the graves of angels and demons!
And in the heart of mud a new eye opens!
This post was edited on 2/29/16 at 9:26 pm
Posted on 2/29/16 at 9:24 pm to fr33manator
Y'all sound like a bunch of goth figs
Posted on 2/29/16 at 9:25 pm to Tingle
quote:
Tool is overrated.
May the fleas of a thousand camels infest you.
Posted on 2/29/16 at 9:27 pm to SuperSunshine
Shadows can't technically be over you. It doesn't work that way.
Posted on 2/29/16 at 9:29 pm to danilo
Born in walls, so small, so delicate, one of many,
One self replicating appetite, and the feast's beginning,
Corpse upon the table as the ravenous things set in,
Supper's curdled blood and bloated skin,
Dying mother's absence leaves the babes to fend,
Left defenseless as the monsters gorge them...
Selves~~~
Brothers and sisters in varying degrees of entropy,
Fleshy bits of fuel, for the menagerie,
But one stays on, hides, one left behind,
Single sole survivor...with a single mind,
Consume...consuming all he finds,
Leaving dry bones...in a broken line
The enemies are many, but the soldier struggles on,
A solitary trudge into each new uncertain dawn,
Feeding feasting famine starving hunger never ceasing,
Muscles ripple ripping healing bulk ever increasing.
And so the prey, once larval,
Marvel-ous as it moulds itself to fortress, this,
Tiny little morsel begins metamorphosis,
And what emerges as skin merges,
Purges weakness from within,
Resting restless ardor forges armor,
Weakness warps to calloused chitin,
And the prison walls are sundered,
And the warrior issues forth once more to die,
And the feast is nigh.
One self replicating appetite, and the feast's beginning,
Corpse upon the table as the ravenous things set in,
Supper's curdled blood and bloated skin,
Dying mother's absence leaves the babes to fend,
Left defenseless as the monsters gorge them...
Selves~~~
Brothers and sisters in varying degrees of entropy,
Fleshy bits of fuel, for the menagerie,
But one stays on, hides, one left behind,
Single sole survivor...with a single mind,
Consume...consuming all he finds,
Leaving dry bones...in a broken line
The enemies are many, but the soldier struggles on,
A solitary trudge into each new uncertain dawn,
Feeding feasting famine starving hunger never ceasing,
Muscles ripple ripping healing bulk ever increasing.
And so the prey, once larval,
Marvel-ous as it moulds itself to fortress, this,
Tiny little morsel begins metamorphosis,
And what emerges as skin merges,
Purges weakness from within,
Resting restless ardor forges armor,
Weakness warps to calloused chitin,
And the prison walls are sundered,
And the warrior issues forth once more to die,
And the feast is nigh.
Posted on 2/29/16 at 9:29 pm to StealthCalais11
Kills. But he is not banned. He just quit posting.
Posted on 2/29/16 at 9:31 pm to SuperSunshine
You need to learn the courage of your convictions, meat.
Posted on 2/29/16 at 9:34 pm to nc14
Are you stupid? A shadow can be over a person.
Posted on 2/29/16 at 9:38 pm to baybeefeetz
A shadow couldn't be over Sunshine though. The Sun would eliminate the shadow.
Posted on 2/29/16 at 9:41 pm to Dawggoneit
Ima have to get back to you on that one.
Posted on 2/29/16 at 9:43 pm to baybeefeetz
Leave it to the OT the OP has gone to bed and we start arguing about a shadow and sunshine.
Posted on 2/29/16 at 9:45 pm to SuperSunshine
Just admit you are gay, times have changed...
Posted on 2/29/16 at 9:45 pm to SuperSunshine
I too have felt the shadow. Here is my story:
About five years ago I lived downtown in a major city in the US. I've always been a night person, so I would often find myself bored after my roommate, who was decidedly not a night person, went to sleep. To pass the time, I used to go for long walks and spend the time thinking.
I spent four years like that, walking alone at night, and never once had a reason to feel afraid. I always used to joke with my roommate that even the drug dealers in the city were polite. But all of that changed in just a few minutes of one evening.
It was a Wednesday, somewhere between one and two in the morning, and I was walking near a police patrolled park quite a ways from my apartment. It was a quiet night, even for a weeknight, with very little traffic and almost no one on foot. The park, as it was most nights, was completely empty.
I turned down a short side-street in order to loop back to my apartment when I first noticed him. At the far end of the street, on my side, was the silhouette of a man, dancing. It was a strange dance, similar to a waltz, but he finished each "box" with an odd forward stride. I guess you could say he was dance-walking, headed straight for me.
Deciding he was probably drunk, I stepped as close as I could to the road to give him the majority of the sidewalk to pass me by. The closer he got, the more I realized how gracefully he was moving. He was very tall and lanky, and wearing an old suit. He danced closer still, until I could make out his face. His eyes were open wide and wild, head tilted back slightly, looking off at the sky. His mouth was formed in a painfully wide cartoon of a smile. Between the eyes and the smile, I decided to cross the street before he danced any closer.
I took my eyes off of him to cross the empty street. As I reached the other side, I glanced back... and then stopped dead in my tracks. He had stopped dancing and was standing with one foot in the street, perfectly parallel to me. He was facing me but still looking skyward. Smile still wide on his lips.
I was completely and utterly unnerved by this. I started walking again, but kept my eyes on the man. He didn't move. Once I had put about half a block between us, I turned away from him for a moment to watch the sidewalk in front of me. The street and sidewalk ahead of me were completely empty. Still unnerved, I looked back to where he had been standing to find him gone. For the briefest of moments I felt relieved, until I noticed him. He had crossed the street, and was now slightly crouched down. I couldn't tell for sure due to the distance and the shadows, but I was certain he was facing me. I had looked away from him for no more than ten seconds, so it was clear that he had moved fast.
I was so shocked that I stood there for some time, staring at him. And then he started moving toward me again. He took giant, exaggerated tip-toed steps, as if he were a cartoon character sneaking up on someone. Except he was moving very, very quickly.
I'd like to say at this point I ran away or pulled out my pepper spray or my cellphone or anything at all, but I didn't. I just stood there, completely frozen as the smiling man crept toward me.
And then he stopped again, about a car length away from me. Still smiling his smile, still looking to the sky.
When I finally found my voice, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. What I meant to ask was, "What do you want?!" in an angry, commanding tone. What came out was a whimper: "Whaaat…?"
Regardless of whether or not humans can smell fear, they can certainly hear it. I heard it in my own voice, and that only made me more afraid. But he didn't react to it at all. He just stood there, smiling.
And then, after what felt like forever, he turned around, very slowly, and started dance-walking away. Just like that. Not wanting to turn my back to him again, I just watched him go, until he was far enough away to almost be out of sight. And then I realized something. He wasn't moving away anymore, nor was he dancing. I watched in horror as the distant shape of him grew larger and larger. He was coming back my way. And this time he was running.
I ran too.
I ran until I was off of the side-road and back onto a better lit road with sparse traffic. Looking behind me then, he was nowhere to be found. The rest of the way home, I kept glancing over my shoulder, always expecting to see his stupid smile, but he was never there.
I lived in that city for six months after that night, and I never went out for another walk. There was something about his face that always haunted me. He didn't look drunk, he didn't look high. He looked completely and utterly insane. And that's a very, very scary thing to see.
About five years ago I lived downtown in a major city in the US. I've always been a night person, so I would often find myself bored after my roommate, who was decidedly not a night person, went to sleep. To pass the time, I used to go for long walks and spend the time thinking.
I spent four years like that, walking alone at night, and never once had a reason to feel afraid. I always used to joke with my roommate that even the drug dealers in the city were polite. But all of that changed in just a few minutes of one evening.
It was a Wednesday, somewhere between one and two in the morning, and I was walking near a police patrolled park quite a ways from my apartment. It was a quiet night, even for a weeknight, with very little traffic and almost no one on foot. The park, as it was most nights, was completely empty.
I turned down a short side-street in order to loop back to my apartment when I first noticed him. At the far end of the street, on my side, was the silhouette of a man, dancing. It was a strange dance, similar to a waltz, but he finished each "box" with an odd forward stride. I guess you could say he was dance-walking, headed straight for me.
Deciding he was probably drunk, I stepped as close as I could to the road to give him the majority of the sidewalk to pass me by. The closer he got, the more I realized how gracefully he was moving. He was very tall and lanky, and wearing an old suit. He danced closer still, until I could make out his face. His eyes were open wide and wild, head tilted back slightly, looking off at the sky. His mouth was formed in a painfully wide cartoon of a smile. Between the eyes and the smile, I decided to cross the street before he danced any closer.
I took my eyes off of him to cross the empty street. As I reached the other side, I glanced back... and then stopped dead in my tracks. He had stopped dancing and was standing with one foot in the street, perfectly parallel to me. He was facing me but still looking skyward. Smile still wide on his lips.
I was completely and utterly unnerved by this. I started walking again, but kept my eyes on the man. He didn't move. Once I had put about half a block between us, I turned away from him for a moment to watch the sidewalk in front of me. The street and sidewalk ahead of me were completely empty. Still unnerved, I looked back to where he had been standing to find him gone. For the briefest of moments I felt relieved, until I noticed him. He had crossed the street, and was now slightly crouched down. I couldn't tell for sure due to the distance and the shadows, but I was certain he was facing me. I had looked away from him for no more than ten seconds, so it was clear that he had moved fast.
I was so shocked that I stood there for some time, staring at him. And then he started moving toward me again. He took giant, exaggerated tip-toed steps, as if he were a cartoon character sneaking up on someone. Except he was moving very, very quickly.
I'd like to say at this point I ran away or pulled out my pepper spray or my cellphone or anything at all, but I didn't. I just stood there, completely frozen as the smiling man crept toward me.
And then he stopped again, about a car length away from me. Still smiling his smile, still looking to the sky.
When I finally found my voice, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. What I meant to ask was, "What do you want?!" in an angry, commanding tone. What came out was a whimper: "Whaaat…?"
Regardless of whether or not humans can smell fear, they can certainly hear it. I heard it in my own voice, and that only made me more afraid. But he didn't react to it at all. He just stood there, smiling.
And then, after what felt like forever, he turned around, very slowly, and started dance-walking away. Just like that. Not wanting to turn my back to him again, I just watched him go, until he was far enough away to almost be out of sight. And then I realized something. He wasn't moving away anymore, nor was he dancing. I watched in horror as the distant shape of him grew larger and larger. He was coming back my way. And this time he was running.
I ran too.
I ran until I was off of the side-road and back onto a better lit road with sparse traffic. Looking behind me then, he was nowhere to be found. The rest of the way home, I kept glancing over my shoulder, always expecting to see his stupid smile, but he was never there.
I lived in that city for six months after that night, and I never went out for another walk. There was something about his face that always haunted me. He didn't look drunk, he didn't look high. He looked completely and utterly insane. And that's a very, very scary thing to see.
This post was edited on 2/29/16 at 9:47 pm
Posted on 2/29/16 at 9:45 pm to Pectus
Thank you all. I needed some words of strength. Makes me have hope in the world
Posted on 2/29/16 at 9:47 pm to SuperSunshine
Sunshine glad you checked back
Breesus I didn't even read that long as shite
Breesus I didn't even read that long as shite
Posted on 2/29/16 at 9:49 pm to SuperSunshine
If you are different, you can't hold yourself to the same standards of good and evil that the empaths do.
Posted on 2/29/16 at 10:19 pm to baybeefeetz
You are, for sure. Grats
Posted on 2/29/16 at 10:20 pm to FLBooGoTigs1
quote:
Breesus I didn't even read that long as shite
You have cut me deeply. A wound I shall not soon forget.
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