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


I contorted!




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


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-

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