Entry 358: From Within

I hear them every morning at 2a.m.

That is the time I’m always awoken

Their voices speak through the halls

Their voices speak through my walls…

I hear them for 2 hours every night

I feel their touch

As the fester within my mind

Sometimes I feel them under my skin

Other times I can feel my heart being gripped by them…

I look forward to them each night

I like the things they ask of me…

I like to carve up my guests face

Feeding them to them…

It feels great to pick away at my flesh

Fresh wounds are for bleeding

That’s the way it’s meant to be

They say…

They sometimes use me to feed

*Laughing*

Sometimes if I close my eyes

I can see them

…Crawling inside me…

One night they asked me to lay down

They needed someone to harvest them

So it was I lay in bed

As a woman came up to me

Her touch was magnificent

Her kiss was sweeter than life

That’s all it took

For her to put the eggs inside…

In time I bore her babies

They came to term

In time they burst out of me…

They cared for me

Feasting on my blood & flesh

Yet,

They also healed me

Then, when the time came again

I let millions of eggs

In once again…

She promised me the love I never had

Claiming to be their Queen

Clearly they weren’t like the standard versions of these…

She told me I’d die this time though…

She didn’t mind that I was a woman…

She said, I was the perfect host

I certainly didn’t mind

…Dying for her…

So it was, her eggs had hatched

Now I lay dying…

Her baby roaches licking my skin

I can feel their sweet kisses

-From Within-

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Entry 357: Suffocation

Listening softly

As you struggle to breathe

Listening blissfully

As you claw & plead

The more desperate you grow

The tighter grows your place of final rest

Slowly listening as I relish every moment!

The rasping,

The struggles,

The futile gesture that is life…

We all die someday,

Right?

There’s nothing quite like the quiet sleep as it comes

The panic as a soul tries to resist it…

Shh…

It’ll be okay,

The less you struggle

The quicker you’ll sleep

Then, you’ll be in bliss eternally…

I’ll take your body

Keep it in my home…

I’ll take care of it,

Preserve it,

Making sure to put the recording of your sleep

Right next to your display

I promise you

You’ll be remembered

Eternally…

Hush now,

Stop fighting the pain

The more you struggle

The quicker it will end my friend…

That’s not fun,

No…no fun at all,

We want to relish our time together…

*GASPING*

Well, suit yourself

…It’ll all be over soon…

*Breath slows & quiets till nothing else is heard*

-Suffocation-

Entry 356: The Quiet Ones Home

This is a quaint part of town

Quieter than most

So small you’ll likely never notice it

If you blinked as you drove…

It’s a quiet place

Because we do not speak

You notice us not

Because we are more transparent than most…

Still,

If you should happen this way,

Perhaps you’ll be the voice of this place?

Stick around for a day or two,

Maybe you’ll discover where disappeared

The Radio’s tune?

It is on, sure,

But,

No matter the station

It plays, nothing…

You may ask, why we don’t speak

To be fair,

That’s a another mystery

Entirely…

That’s the least of the oddities in place

As sometimes we see something on the horizon…

It looks a storm,

The sky is black,

It never grows night

Where we are at…

Still,

There it sits

On most days

Never really growing closer

…Or so it seems…

Then there’s the mystery of the umbrella graveyard

That’s what we call it anyways…

That is the place all the umbrella’s in town

…Are…

To this day, they still remain…

It makes no sense,

You can not remove them from their place

They sit in a suspended animation

Unreachable to us…

There are other oddities afoot in this town

At noon every day

A man appears

Pale as a ghost

Old as the oldest person we’ve seen

He stands for 1 minute

Before vanishing

This town has no name

We are rarely ever seen

Should you join us however,

Perhaps you could solve its many mysteries…

We are a place all our own

We’ve likened to calling the place…

-The Quiet Ones Home-

Entry 355: The Shadow

It GNASHES!

IT GNAWS!

Hiding in the darkness

It waits with

GREAT, SHARP CLAWS!

Stalking you,

Teasing you,

Maybe playing games…

It likes to have fun

As it hunts its prey!

Staring from the darkness

Eyes pure white

Anger upon it’s face

Though you won’t see it

Till it’s too late…

It lurks in your home

Waiting for the right time…

Upon the appointed time it will

RIP YOU TO PIECES!

It might skewer you…

It may slowly strip away your body piece by piece

It will do all of this,

In front of your children!

Then,

It will let them live with that fear

Over time,

As goes by year after year…

It will leave hints,

It will leave warnings…

It will psychologically scar it’s ultimate catch

Then,

Upon growing

It will EAT THEM TOO!!!!!

Soon it’ll start the process again…

Toying with its next hunt,

Finding a family,

Scaring them,

Slowly withering away their mind

Eventually killing the parents in front of a child

Before haunting them

Till their eventual end once again

In a cyclical fashion

Again & again…

You’ll never see it,

Till it is time for it to kill

What is it?

Well,

…It could already be following you…

-The Shadow-

Entry 354: The Wish Collector

There she sits just out of sight

Listening to the prayers of the living

A woman quite beautiful

A soul quite horrific

She listens to the wishes of others

Collecting them…

If your wish she happens to take

She will grant your wish

For one year…

You’ll be happy in life as things come true

Your secret wish

Now your every day reality!

Oh how great this is!

You can finally live your fantasy!

Careful though,

For in one years time

The Wish Collector will begin to slowly prey on your mind!

You won’t be yourself

You’ll in fact be at her whim

As she ripens you up for feasting!

It can start small

Or even with a BANG!

Regardless,

At this point

It is too late…

The Wish Collector will continue to show you things

In time you won’t be able to tell the difference

Between reality & fantasy…

Once she’s mixed your mind,

Well & good

She’ll come to you…

On that day or night

She’ll sink her fangs into your brain!

The world will be torment

HORROR!

UNIMAGINABLE PAIN!

Slowly, she will feed

The longer, the more you will know agony…

Until eventually you are a catatonic shell of your former self

Who withers away,

…Slowly…

The Wish Collector will go back into hiding & wait

Till the next wish she fulfills

Will guarantee the end

…For another souls fate…

-The Wish Collector-

 

Entry 353: Obscure Psychopathy

I watch as their eyes stare

See as their limbs twist

Watch as their bones crunch

The cycle continuing endlessly

Have you seen the woman who stares in 5 ways?

Have you seen the Devil who prays away?

Perhaps the eye that stalks you day by day?

The friend who’s a demon yet revealed?

I saw the sea of eyes

The way the screams echoed in the deep

The hatred of the lost one in the willow

THE INSATIABLE INSANITY OF STARING AT MYSELF!

I contorted!

I LAUGHED!

MY MIND WAS GONE

BLOOD FLOWING FROM MY EYES!

The cackling demented lamentations of the priest with no skin!

The way the devil slowly smelled my hair…

The way she touched me without ever a finger placed anywhere…

The minds fading realities

The Death of the many who’ve fallen around

The faces of sorrow of those I’ve seen who do not see their Deaths yet to come!

There was a man, twisted in madness

Screaming the name of his God!

The rich agitation of the beast who constantly sews together their thoughts…

The smiling one with red eyes

Speaking demonically!

It’s horns speaking in anagrams

While the hanged watch on smiling!

Their smiles full of sun

Even when the world around them

Lives without one…

You’ve yet to sleep to wake in a place

It was supposed to just be a dream

Till I was there 2 years removed from my present standing!

The hall with no end

The checkered floor that screamed to them!

The blood of the children with no eyes!

The screams of the silent

Wailing away not through audible sound…

Hammering inside my mind

As they beckon for someone to listen to them!

The choir of the dead as they tell me their tales of sorrow

The one among them with no face

It speaks within my soul

Calling me to the Sanctuary without a place in space or time

The wailed sufferings of the mad one who cackles

Their skin splitting as the blackened eyes stare at all of them…

Them I refer to as those we don’t see

The constant madness of what we believe to be reality!

Yet I say unto you,

Closed once the eyes

Opened once the mind

Listening to the rappings at the door of the soul

Bleeding tears as you see them cry

Such is the nature of the things you’ll see

Even as the woman with no child

Beckons for the sight of her lost loved one

…Endlessly…

Circling around, the world moves with thought

Seeing the wheel of arms spinning

Reaching out for a single hope at life

The mad one hides in wait

Saying only that they wish to take your life…

The things most don’t see each day & night

How close they are to Death

Something they can not see with the normal eye

Has it been so long since your last close brush

Or have you felt the stroke

Sending a cold touch?

Feeling it as it crawls down your spine

Then ignoring it,

Not fully aware of your time…

Such is the unhinged truth of the one who holds the book

The nursery rhyme & lullaby

Of the dead children who’s life he took…

Speaking the chants

The ravings of those far away

Those never hearing

Somehow still listening

Acting out their rhymes!

Before them,

Off the edge of the cliff

Stands the abyss

The one with no more loss

Once dove into…

Taking over the darkness

That enveloped her within

Watching over the souls who continue living…

Punishment is a thing well known to the one with 9 eyes

Always suffering

Knowing how ends all lives.

Feeling the pain

In thought

As well as Death

Suffering the sins

Of those

For which…

They’ll never have met.

What I speak,

What you hear,

What you read,

It need not make sense presently…

Just understand

In time we all die

Understand that sometimes the places you go

When you sleep at night

Are not as fake as they seem

For even a ripple of the mind

Is speaking something…

At least that’s what the one with the long hat might say

Dressed as class

As one would expect him to be…

The rotting brains

The flesh melting away

The festering of the bugs

As they crawl beneath the victims skin…

The unfettered darkness

The depth of sin that knows no end

The ones who worship the madness

Dwelling deep within…

I saw a woman speaking to a child

A cross turning black

As came out the one with no lips

The psychedelic ecstasy as I felt their heat upon my skin

The woman in black

Telling me to focus

I saw all the faces as they sang

No home for them

No body to be seen

Once every great while

Speaking the most important song they sing…

I’ve died so many times

Seen Death so many ways

I can tell you things you’d never believe

For now though, I’ve spoken enough

Even as the mad one

Writes my ramblings…

There is more to say

Impossible amounts for which you’ll never understand

I can feel them telling me to speak

I can feel their agony!

Still the clock says to me

This is all you shall glimpse

For now

It never truly ends

Someday you’ll understand

Their fragmented prayers

…Such is the way…

-Obscure Psychopathy-

Entry 352: The Truth In Front Of Them

I wrote a book

The world so loved

I wrote a book

Filled with tragedy…

The characters based on the living

Soon lost their lives,

The world based on our own

Soon itself

…Died…

It spoke of an end

That none would see

A blinding light

Then,

…Silence…

The living now dead

They would wander

Forever lost…

Going about their lives

Thinking all was okay

Still fearing Death

Not realizing

…It’d already came…

Now they sit,

In a world so fake

Creating things

…Mentally…

The lives they wished they’d had

The businesses they’d build from nothing

All are dead

Yet, to them,

It’s their reality…

They see not

The truth,

They remain blind

Believing themselves

To create things anew…

They pray to their Gods

Feel non existent pain

All while I watch

From a place unknown to them…

They play games,

Watch things on a tube created by them…

Reading or listening to a story of themselves

Never realizing

The truth in front of them…

They think they still live,

They swear they’ve yet to die

 

Some of them feel pain,

Never realizing

It’s all a fantasy…

Power of the mind,

Power of the soul,

Regardless of reasoning…

Some,

Are reading this right now

Having no clue

…About…

-The Truth In Front Of Them-