UT: A Death God's Past ~ Genesis ~ The year 1882. The place, Britain. The time early morning...UT: A Death God's Past ~ Genesis ~3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
A small boy, accompanied by his parents, walks into the shop of an undertaker. Known in the area as being supremely efficient, the family turns to him for assistance in securing the fate of their late child.
"Come in! Come in! What is it you want?" shouts the man from behind his desk. The father, closing the door behind him, steps forward with pounds in his hand.
"I will compensate you splendidly for the undertaking of my child she died a few days ago on the stage, and therefore is need of immediate burial preparations, so "
The undertaker swipes his hand forward, signaling the man to step back promptly.
"I will certainly accept your generous compensation, but it will cost more than that to subdue me into burying your child "
"Harold!" exclaims the woman, pulling her husband back towards her
Voices WhisperingVoices. Voices inside my head. Screaming at me, telling me to do horrible things. Murder. I already killed my wife. Oh, God how I wish I never killed her; the one that I wed on a hill on a cold a winter afternoon. The one that saved me and pulled me out of a black abyss onto a path of righteousness. I went to my knees with the bloody knife in my hand, crying, screaming, begging for forgiveness. My heart was pounding with tears streaming down my face. She was matted with blood. I looked at her beautiful face that had blood running down her mouth. Oh, God just kill me now! Take my life! Take my soul and burn in in hell!!Voices Whispering3 years ago in Settings More Like This
At this point I began rocking back and forth with her cooling, dead body in my arms, wishing that it was a nightmare. The voices laughed madly as one mocked. "Look at him rock like a like a madman. You'll never escape this and you'll never escape us!"
"We'll never leave you wherever you may go," another mocked. "We will make you kill again and again and again," he chuckl
It waitsIt sits there in the darkIt waits3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It snickers and grins
Its teeth are long and jagged
It lumbers along
Dragging its claws on the ground
leaving a trail of remains
It knows you are coming
it followed you home
you didnt even notice
It slipped in the door you left ajar
It waits beneath your bed
Cant you hear it breathing?
Its still waiting
just let your feet touch the floor
Your hand slipped off the bed
To late now you've been pulled under
A blood curdling scream waking the night
Cut short into silence
A puddle forming
running along the floor
Your life no more
On to the next one
It slipped through their door
And again under the bed
It hurtIt hurt when you left me.It hurt7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hurt when you walked away.
It hurt when you turned your back.
and hurt when you didn't stay.
It hurt when I saw you with her.
Hurts when you kiss.
It hurts when you're gone.
hurts that You I still miss.
It hurt when you looked at me.
Hurts when you smile.
It hurt when you wave.
Hurts that I'm gonna be alone for a while.
It hurt when you looked my way.
Hurts to still see.
It hurt when you came over.
It hurt when you said your sorry to me.
Hurt never goes away.
Voices Whispering Pt2I threw the knife away from me, that hit the ground with a clatter as I cried in pure terror, "I can't!"Voices Whispering Pt23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You coward," the first voice growled, sending a chill down my spine.
I looked at the body of my wife; cold and dead because of me. It was all my fault. I listened to the voices- the voices. It was their fault that she died! I was just a puppet on a string! "It's you," I whispered in anger, realizing that I shouldn't die for something that I didn't start. I didn't want to kill my wife. I was lied to doing it. I treasured her, swore to protect her, and yet now, her blood still wet on my hands.
"You're the one who raised the knife," the voice said mockingly, shattering into my thoughts. The other voices were quiet. Probably listening.
"I know," I sighed. "But you talked me into it. All of you," I replied coldly. "You are the ones who deserve to be punished, but I committed the crime. I deserve the ultimate punishment; suicide I cannot do."
"Because you're scared to die," he chuckled d
Undead armyThis Love, This Hate have turned usUndead army3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Young and Undead, Everywhere I Go...
No Other Place I'd rather be then this City,
California. Is like a Bottle and a Gun
the Paradise Lost, where you can Sell Your Soul.
No. 5 page of The Diary you write everyday.
Pimpin' though life saying this is My Town,
never Apologize for anything.
Hear Me Now, because you've Been To Hell.
Alwaying striving for the Glory, saying I Don't Wanna Die.
I'm Coming Back Down, with a Bullet to your head.
With Lights Out, you Levitate to these Tendencies.
Pour Me one for the road, because your Comin In Hot.
So Lump Your Head to this Le Deux it's Gandsta Sexy,
oh Mother Murder, scream S.C.A.V.A. tonight.
For this Revolt, Endless Summer,
starts World War III. Listen to the S