Tags morbid
Falling Into DarknessA Poem by Calissa KnoxDarkness follows me like a mysterious friend.It's waiting, it's calling my name.With every deeper cut, I fall deeper intothearms of darkness.Aflicker .. |
Methods of ExtractionA Story by Slipshod PariahA sample from an intended collection of dark, slightly scattered stories delving into the nights and thought process of a methodically sadistic pariah.. |
Dear MatthewA Story by Once upon a timeDear Matthew, Fairy tales always start with “once upon a time,” and that’s how I initially saw our relationship unfolding as it.. |
PorcelainA Story by Once upon a timeThe death of a person can be so grotesque, and yet cathartic. This was the moment when her eyes finally began to see. Life came to them in a rush.. |
Saints Of The Oleander.A Book by LarulSaints Of The Oleander is a Roleplay started out with my friends and I. Saint Oleander is an asylum built on an island, caring for the insane. Or is .. |
Repletion of the Corpuscles...(Repleting Plethoric..A Poem by L4rn13Such lethargy is born from lack of resplendence... |
La Cuisine Est La DouleurA Story by williamKitchen work is brutal. |
Smoke and AlchoholA Story by JhavertyMy interpretation of the fear and abuse someone went through as they lived with an alcoholic |
MelancholyA Poem by C. Jayne JohnsonMotions automatic like a default settingI have no motivation to manually override.I mirror the manifestation in hopes ofMuffling the morbid thoughts i.. |
A Fallen AngelA Poem by Aura DevourFallen from grace, An angel lies wounded. Screaming in fear and pain, Blood and weakness. No one came to her aid. Drowning in the hatred, Bewit.. |
Blue Is the Warmest ColorA Book by Jasmine WSometimes life turns to s**t.. |
Seduction of MarionetteA Poem by MADAMA poem about someone falling in love with the morbidity of World War II and it's atrocities. It may be offensive, so don't read if sensitive! Also the.. |
Roses Are RedA Poem by xMiss_Psychosis_PhantomxHow far will you go to be with someone you love? |
Anonymous - TwoA Poem by skayskayevansI meanif we were being honest hereI would probably tell you thatwhen I'm not on drugs all I think about is suicide,and drugs.And every night I lay in .. |
His Darkest RealityA Poem by SarahA man who struggles with his morbid thoughts. |