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Amythist Gray She was the girl with black hair and tons of eyeliner. The girl with black clothes and more piercings then i could probably count.
Her name was Amythist Gray, or so she said. She got called
'Emo bitch' and a freak every day, and she just hung her head and let her bangs cover everything.
I wasn't majorly popular or an over-tight nerd either. I was the quiet one who liked to sit outside and draw.
I liked to think i was a good artist, and drew everything. One day in the courtyard I was doodling a girl...
She wore a pixi like dress made of the night sky. Her hair was so dark it flickered purple in the light. She looked over a
moving orb and constellations formed her background.
A loud splat and laughter interrupted my steal like concentration on my goddess.
A jock had threw his sports drink all over Amythist. I guess she finally cracked...
or just lost her sanity for a few moments. Everyone was laughing and pointing.
Possibly a story?My blood. Oh God my blood.
it flowed from every opened wound on my
body. I feel.. No.. scratch that. I AM broken.
My wrist, my leg i feel it. The bone. Protrding from
my skin. Like some malicous thing, coming to attack me.
Only... It is me. Well a part of me anyways..
I need a doctor.. And some morphine. Yes morphine, morphine
is the God's necter when you're in the condition i seem to be in.
I'm seeping blood from my pores.. Yes i need morphine.. Lots of it.
Maybe some more blood to.
Dying.. I. Am. Dying. There is no other
way to put it. I'm laying here, with glass stuck in every
piece of my skin, and i'm calm.. Maybe the clam before the storm..
Nahh i'm way to calm.. maybe some random person drove by
when i was still un-concious and was like, "Well that seems to
be a horrible car wreck. Oh poor girl.. here i'll just dope her
up with the ever so convient random syringe of numbing drug i have
in my jeans pocket." Damn people. I should be thankfull that the person
that may or maynot've s
To daddy.life has always been a game to me.
I never wondered what i couldn't be.
You told me, "Be whatever you please."
And i felt like i brought the world to it's knees.
That one girl with a venom tounge
A beutiful song she always sung.
Weither it shall sting, or wheither it shall
sooth, she spoke the words, velvet smooth.
Red her hair. Much like her temper,
She was so stubborn. Couldn't help her.
She liked it that way. No one else
had room to stay.
Your 2 cents never spent.
Good advice always lent.
Trust me she did, she took it to heart.
And to her brain. She grew so smart.
That one little girl, you told to be,
anything and everything she ever pleased.
Grew up strong and grew up good.
Just like you all knew she would.
The gamePretty pink ribbons.
Pretty pink pearls.
BIG blue eyes
and perfect blonde curls.
Dark black nails
Dark black hair.
Bright green eyes
and mascara applied
A musical laugh
and golden hair thrown
The Ruler of
school eats up attention.
yyuuuummmm a tasty snack.
A hidden eye and covered
The shadow dewler hates the light.
Skin moonbeam kissed.
The Flawless vixen tricks
Steals a boyfriend. a girls heart.
Makes a lover.
The child of black sits
alone. Emptyness she feels
She doesn't want to act,
She says that. But isn't sure.
The 'perfect' girl lockes the stall.
And presses her 'boyfriend' agenst the
Love ha! it's a lie to her.
It was never real, but she -also- isn't sure.
The lover and child are much the same.
They act like don't feel so ashamed.
Like they don't feel like they somehow don't belong.
And there life is a cliche. Inspration of a broken love song.
The curls and pearls have there favorites.
Black hair and pale
Vampyre love.He held her close.
Breathed in her ear,
and whispered sweet nothings.
She closed her eyes and savored the bliss.
It hurt. At first. Then nothing but sheer bliss.
Like seeing through gauze, her vision half blured.
Making loud noises as he carried on,
Then.... everything blossemed untill she
couldn't take it anymore.
Crying out in pleasure, she heard a growl
escape his chest.
Nails scored his back and raked her
His heart beat under her skin,
her's under his. His plesure in
her belly, she could feel it.
Her blood filling him. Making
him moan louder and louder.
Her own pleasure eminating from
This vampyre... made her melt.
Fire licked at her whole body, and
she scrame louder, his name, scratching
Then he pulled back breathing hard.
Nothing was more precious than that moment.
His ice blue eyes locked on her emerald ones.
Falling beside her and running his hands
over her arms and hair.
Coaping with the thumping of his heart and hers,
That moment was the one she
Percisly plasticShe climbed to the top of the tree.
A cut on her hand and a bruise on her knee.
Her dad was smiling, always happy.
Laughed at jokes, no matter how crappy.
Her mother perfect in all.
her blush and perfume made her a doll.
Percisly plastic. It's in her blood.
If she could change her life,
She certainly would.
The moon looks down, eyes full of sad.
The pity she feels angers her. Boils her blood
The tears drip down like a rain shower.
Falling down.. Making her feel trapped
Her body a tower.
The silver of her razor glitters in the
beams of the pityful moon.
And she knows, blissful pain is
Her skin redddens in protest,
as the razor glides over a vein the closest.
Just like the tear the blood drips down.
Coating and covering the once green
The wounds scream her secreat.
Even though she always planned to keep it.
The braclets and bangels hide the truth.
The truth that mom has broken bones and chipped a tooth.
The truth that dad never smiles at her, makes her w
Orange You Glad
Let me tell you the story,
of how my life turned into a living hell of horror and worry.
If I had my way, I would have stopped all this.
I’d have grabbed a time machine and stopped all this mess.
But I didn’t, you see.
And you’ll see I had every reason to worry.
You better be ready for your skin to turn pale,
as this is most definitely not a pretty tale.
As the sun rose beginning the day,
I went out to work and Applebloom went to play.
After I bucked about 5 Apple trees,
I sniffed the smell of tangy Tangerines.
I gazed over the fence and across the road,
and found a new farm along with a seemingly friendly abode.
I met the owner named Tangerine Dream, a pony who was not too honest.
She told me, her customers, and even her visitors, that the fruit she produced was not Tangerines, but Oranges.
I had a private chat with her; “There’s clearly a difference, can’t you see?
There's no point in lying to everypony."
So, it seemed that I had a new rival.
InsanityThey drank the blood, and made the pledge.
They drove their reason to the edge,
And when they fled out the back door
There was one less than fled before.
Every night they returned revived
And behind the walls madness thrived.
And every morn, at break of day
One less than before ran away.
Their numbers dwindled, and at last
When many tired nights had passed,
Only one stood under the sky.
He dressed in black, ready to die.
He turned the key and stepped inside,
And locked it, one last sin to hide.
He danced around the unlit halls
Past the gore dripping down the walls.
The sun was just behind the hill
When he took a knife, his blood to spill
And collapsed against the back door.
None were left to flee anymore.
ShockWave's things to kidsOh little kids come to my house.Where there is fun and games here,but your parents is not near.They will start to cry because you never got to say goodbye.You walk down my hall and there is no one but you at all.You are then consumed by darkness the further you go in.You hope that this is over hearing your parents say ''where have you bin''.I'm afraid thats not gonna happen my friend you will be with me until the end.You soon come to a room with other kids playing around but will soon be found.After the time has past you want to go home,but soon find out you're now locked in a my dome.There is no way out and you cry and weep because you have nothing left to eat,but one way or another you will soon start to dine on each other.All is consumed there is one left.Oh little boy dont you see you will be with me....oh whats this you're about to cry dont worry everything I said was a lie.Oh you are crying like a baby should I eat you...hmm maybe.It turned into a nice weep shh its okay just go t
Never Loved (Creepypasta) (Dark Night Saga)
I was just a 5 year old, a shy one at best. I had a fear of most everything. One shady night, I was sittng in the best place, under my bed, my older sis came up to me, with a game and a GBA, with Pokemon Ruby. "Here! A game! It's was once someone else's." She told me with a sweet looking smile, I came up. "I knew you'll be playing it more then hide under you bed." She said as she turned her head and looked at my bed and then gave me the GBA with the game inside. "Will it bite?" I said. "Nope!"
I turned on the game, the tite screen spooked me. But I was just nomal. I ran to my sis's room. "SIS! THIS GAME IS EVIL!" I yelled! She looked at the screen. She giggled. "This is nomal! I'll get my new copy, I got it with your game! I'll play with you!"
We both made files and picked the best looking pokemon. "Sis, what will be best for me, so it'll save me if I'm about to die?" My sis turned over to her pokemon poster. Then she pointed her pinkie to one of the pokemon. "I think a blaziken
BFG 9-YandereRoses are red,
Violets are blue.
I've got the BFG 9000,
Now I must end you.
You said Hi to my love,
Tried to steal her away.
When you see me,
You'll wish you were gay.
Every night you played Doom,
But now you will feel
Absolute horror when you see
That your favorite gun is real.
You went home one night,
And bellowed like a moose
When you saw your parents
Turned to puddles of red juice
The smell of melting flesh,
It fills the air.
I'm CoMiNg FoR yOu...
You know I broke in.
The question is, how?
But that doesn't matter,
i'M bEhInD yOu RiGhT nOw.
You turned around,
And saw my face.
You knew that I
Turned your parents into paste.
Today's the last day
You will ever see the sun,
Because now I'm the one
With the Big Fucking Gun!
I charged my weapon
And let the trigger go.
It was worth using up
The last of my ammo.
Ending his life
Did have its perks.
His house exploding
Made awesome fireworks!
I just hope Janey-Chan
Can see them from here,
And that she knows
She has no
Search in the NightDown the dark dismal highway they ride.
Their lights are sweeping from side to side,
Flickering through the hundreds of trees,
Past branches protesting in the breeze.
Into the shadows, beaming lights pry,
Piercing far sharper than human eye.
Deep in the forest, the searchlights stare
At the dark tales of nature laid bare.
Are they after some hidden crime?
A convict who wouldn’t do his time?
Some murderer, perhaps, ran away
To spill more blood before break of day.
Maybe a girl couldn’t stand her life
And took off into the woods with a knife.
A stranger was seen with her last night.
A coincidence? Who knows what’s right?
More could be thought, and some could be true.
Tomorrow it might be in the news -
The main details, but not the rest.
Some of the secrets cannot be guessed.
the punishment of the wicked father.Who is the worst of all sinners?
Is it the monsters and demons.
No but they are the sins,
of their father.
The father of all monsters,
is a loving man.
But yet he is the most wicked beast,
why you ask?
Because he brought the monsters to existence,
he lost control and was forced to watch.
Forced to watch his creations kill and torture,
he cries for there death every day.
Is it right to punish the clock smith,
for creating a faulty pocket watch.
No but he let them be wicked,
he didn’t punishe his creations.
but you see, he loved his creations.
as if they were children of his owne.
He cries for them.
Since they lack the souls to feel.
He asks “why did they have to lose their souls”
he cries, as his creations destroy the guards.
Who keep them from their loving father,
he wishes for them to feel again.
So what is the best punishment for the worst sinner?
No cage will keep the monsters from him,
executing him will cause the monsters to frenzy.
No he already is punished
El SalosHere under Raphael
A word spoken to the Dude!
Come near, near, I dare you
Those arouse trouble closer
The house of thieves
No mercy they don't believe
Horror anarchy fear of society
Run away with the Devil
I am Black Salos
The name of Lord Disraeli
Marquess of the Evil Lands
Don't you pass - keep out! keep out!
My words will not pass
12.03.12 (c) [PMFP.]
LUPUS NIGER PUBLISHING.
Once Upon a Timeonce upon a time in a place that never was, a dead man walked as the black cat talked.
once upon a time in a place that you never thought was there, some one is being mauled by a bear.
once upon a time in a book to bloody to write, he came upon a woman who wasn't too bright.
once upon a time in a time that never will be he said good bye and left her to die.
once upon a time in a place that you do not belong a little girl found a cottage where only the dead belonged.
once upon a time when no one cared a little girl died.
once upon a time theses fairy tails were meant for children,k but really they're really about death and evil things
Puppet.In and out the
as the clock bellows.
Twelve o'clock, mindnight,
sun is absent,
Puppet you are
held by strings,
As the metal cuts
deep. Burns and stings.
No happy endings,
they spoil the truth.
As his body drops dead,
trapped in youth.
You flee laughing, feeling alive...
Poor poor family... They couldn't survive.
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