Short Stories

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Be Inhuman

Wind blowing through the trees the air cries the forest plea’son this night of unholy deeds, this night where the devils seedshave grown and taken shape have taken a twisted stateamusement instead of fear joy in the place of hateon Halloweens eve they gather every yearin the forest with no name they lit fire to…

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The mind of madness

My violent intrusion caused chaotic confusionDeath by what they would deem an illusionPure irritation by their hesitation of believing their devastationAt the hands of nature’s most deadliest creationMy flight ignited frightAmazement by this sightScreams of fear vibrated so clearThat one moment I held so dearBefore I drank their blood and broke their necksLeft some breathing…

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Death looks

I will let my eyelids meet to let my mind speakImage so vividly weak yet my blood fills with heatEvery time it flashes every other thought it thrashesWith sanity it clashes but I can’t deny thisFeeling of superiority over humanityEvery time my memory visits this entityOf evil which is a necessity to any fatalityIts burden…

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Suicidal Failure

Tearful screams of agony fill the atmosphereAs the picture once more becomes vividly clearLight finally shines I’m no longer naked in darknessNo more cracked lines of light but I still feel hopelessCause the entity which accompanied me with a dreadful melodyIs no longer musically but insanity now envelopes this monstrosityThe tune he used to whistle…

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Being accepted

I’m sorry I left things the way they areits driving me crazy chasing that starthings that crossed my path opened my eyesemotions got tossed by telling liesI now find myself on the same path as beforethe same feeling of wealth teasing my coremy soul is dancing a dance of smiles and laughtercause I’m getting close…

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Dream a little Dream

Another day unwinds witnessed the difference in timesAgain I speak my mind and again a reply declinesStaring into a world obscene and impureThe levitating angel should whisper a cureBut his silence is golden and remains unbrokenHis presence alone a token so no words are spokenThe women to my right stand in absence of frightTheir clothing…

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Through My Eyes

His shoes are covered with snowUnmoved by it, he follows this glowThis ever present glory of lightDiminishes all frightBut his senses give a heedA painful gut feeling which he will needTo ensure his safetyHis soul and his bodyThus the stick, however useless it may beUnable to see meBut I’m certain he suffers the agonyWhich I…

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