Voiceless version of meI will take the silence oathMore Like This
because my words
are running too freely
and I have yet to find
a good purpose for them.
That's why I will
sew my mouth shut,
throw the key away
and just use my smile
where only flowers grow,
that's where I will scream
until my throat hurts so much
I can't speak anymore.
The devil can have my voice,
but he has to wait a few years
for my soul.
That I still need.
So if my last words are
that I am sorry
for the things I said,
will you take back
this voiceless version of me?
I hope you will.
A key.You gave me a keyMore Like This
Engraved with a word I could not see.
It was taped to a letter
That if I was honest could have been spelt better.
But your words were the nicest I've ever heard,
But still I could not find that word.
You spoke of other things like Faith and Hope
I thought it might be one of those but nope.
You told me the key was for a lock
And my incomprehension you did mock.
Still the word escaped me
As you turned to walk away, finally free
Of the trouble you had taken to express
To ensure I'd continue to guess.
I was blessed to have you by my side
And the tears that came I could not hide.
I remembered how we spoke
Of religious things and you would choke
But also how I'd watched you grow
And the many things you'd come to know.
Then I came to realise
The thing I taught you never dies
I could not find a word because
What my key is meant to show
Is something that goes unseen by most;
The value of Blind Faith.
Go away pleaseYou irritate me.More Like This
How I wish you would go away
leave me alone.
Just let me be.
I caught myself
noticing you again.
My fingers are itching
to touch you,
to make this feeling go away,
to feel satisfied.
Though I know
would soon become fear,
fear of what you will become
after I touch,
if you will be a scar
or just leave,
with only me remembering you.
There are few things I hate more than pimples.
Only In The Darkwalk right byMore Like This
pretend i never
steal your twilight
and paint my nails
with the colors in
in the sunlight
only in the dark
know my name
One Heart, Two BeatsMy heart is being torn apart.More Like This
Half is dumb and half is smart.
The smart path is the better way.
But both halves bring hope, I pray.
ReflectionMore Like This
You shoved a mirror
In front of me
Forcing me to see
The monster I came to be
I screamed, I couldn't find me
I wanted to run
What I saw, disgusted me.
Forced me to change
I felt so sick looking in the mirror
It only made me want to do things
The monster made me do.
I rejected, turned away the monster
Fought for myself
Erased the monster from within
Transformed from a monster to a fallen angel
Picking up the pieces and
Changing my future
I walk a path,
Led into the light, where the demons and darkness cannot follow
He showed me the way to who I really am
Learning how to live again
I look in the mirror
Placed in front of me
And I see
Someone smiling back at me
And no urge to run away in disgust and fear
Loving who I'm becoming now,
A better person
A stronger person
A happier person
A demon and monster free person.
I look in the mirror place in front of me
And I see
Summoning Cthulhu For DummiesHow To Summon the Dark Priest CthulhuMore Like This
Ten Easy Steps to Awaken Your Very Own Eldritch Horror
Have you ever looked up at the stars and wondered what strange, unearthly phantoms seeped down from them in aeons past? Ever wanted to prove your worth to the entire world and simultaneously erase the stain of humanity from its surface? Ever had an overwhelming urge to seek out the forbidden knowledge posessed by those who cannot be named? Well, now you can do all these things, and many more! Great Cthulhu, the High Priest of the horrific Elder Gods, lies dreaming in the sunken city at the bottom of the primal ocean, and now the power to raise him from his ancient slumber is in your hands! Just follow these easy instructions to the letter, and you'll be singlehandedly responsible for the demolition of everything pure in the universe in no time!
1. Find ye the Necronomicon.
This step is often difficult, as the Necronomicon, written by the mad Arab Abdul Al