Shards of me

Shards of me

angelusconception by unixarcade

All emotions all hurt regression of all things. I've lived in a world
of hurt, pain. Obstacles are easy emotions are not. No emotion is
easy to bring forth. All the insanity in the world does not equal all
this pain. Insanity stems from pain that cannot be dealt with, or
screwed-up genetics. The beast inside wants to be full circle. I need
help, I need help, I need help. Reaching out yet I can find no hand.
Shall I fall? I am hanging from a weak branch from a tall tree. My
life seems to fade away as a dream. Abused in all ways. My mind is
bruised no one can see the inner hurt. I broken battered hurting
don’t leave. I say to the wind. The wind does not hear me when I
call. The writings on the wall are of pain, and hurt written in blood
bones, and guts. I dodge all pain. This fatigues me. I drop I'm killed
by the stones, thrown from so long ago. New emotion shadow. Then
bring out what has been kept so deep so unwanted. My fear keeps
me from the transmutation. Beautiful energy trapped in corpse.
Only let out at death. Death wish, Serial killer, going but can't for
need. Losing control. Emotions make. Why live why die.
Purgatories pain no more. Travel through time. Why choose to help.
Why care, seems too traumatic.

The Light & The Dark

The
      Light
               &
                 The
                       Dark

Bleakhaus by unixarcade

I understand the life that you live. Your life is a terrible thing to
waste. Control your temptation and you'll have lost yourself. Your
mind's in turmoil; what to do? Why are you wasting away for
something that is doing nothing for you? Can't you feel that some-
thing is wrong? Why do you not feel the way you did?
Help yourself before it is too late. Why do you like this pain?
Dying from the inside out. I can tell you're not the same. Why do
you try to hide this from me?
You're not around anymore you are with your joke. You're just as
bad as them. You hurt yourself to understand their pain. Be your-
self: does it hurt? I wish to understand who you've become. I don’t
know why you share these thoughts with me.
Find your life. Lose your pain. Lose what you don't need.
Understand the game. Become the king, not the pawn of another.
Play it well; find yourself true friends.

The pain of silence

The pain of silence

norightstoken by unixarcade

Don't cha know how I feel?
When I tell you I am locked in my emotions.
Cannot show you how I feel.
I would tell you I am locked in my emotions. Cannot show you how I feel.
Try to speak but there's no sound.
Feel the pain of silence.
Writing poems but I am not dead; locked in silence in my head.

Wonderful Black world

Wonderful Black world

The Swimmer by unixarcade

Dancing cheek to cheek in the night.
I never get to see your flight.
The bats in the belfry all in a row.
My Halloween pumpkins carved with my toe.
Jack o lanterns all set ablaze.
Devils Night is always burning in my city.
Want to help me the arson.
I can hear the crackle now and the smell of smoke.
If I light you ablaze then you shall know thine fathers sins upon my
coven.
Massachusetts set ablaze at the stake.
Witches tormented, for their practices.
Tortured Christians for their sins.
Lexatalonis.
The skeletons are roaming.
I can hear their moanings.
The scream of the banshee was just a woman being mugged in the
alley.
Yes, the men get beaten too; there is equality in pain.
Everyone must suffer.
Spooky story’s told on Halloween.
Living Halloween, razor-blade candy.
Only tricks, never treats.
What candy should I eat?
Lost parlor, no reflection.
Blood on my cheek my makeup your blood.
So pretty are the graveyards, where I spend most of my time play-
ing the ocarina High atop tombs.
Gate keeper and musician, muse.
One Dram to pass the river.
Stooped low and watching in the darkness.

Crux posts of hatred and decay.

Crux posts of hatred and decay.

explodetheenegativeskull by unixarcade

I am trying to fight entropy.
Entropy comes nonetheless.
Chaos and decay.
Devilis undisputed.
I suppose it is this.
Does any one else need your help to tear themselves apart.
I am my own worst enemy.
I am a killer in the darkness.
I am the sickness of the streptococcus.
I do indubitably come with the plague noxious, infectus.
Do I spill your soiled insides out?
You hearken my call to laughter deep.
Yes I see your bulbous infectus.
I see you as you are.
Dung pile yes walking dung.
Decaying flesh am I.
No matter what my flesh looks like.
Hepatitis C lets kill the liver.
Let us spread as anthrax.
Right now you need your pasture.
You need my position correct.
Incorrect I stand.
Other disease yes.
Mind disease.
Broken mind disease.
Multiple people holding hands in one head.
Seeing flashes of light psichoid.
Up and down the merry go round.
I would surely show you.

Doves sacrifice

Doves sacrifice

manykindsofflowers by unixarcade

Short small gasps fill my sanctum.
Black crushed velvet adorning warm bodies.
Staring at stars.
Linear crystalline structures, filled with liquid love.
Glorious pink plasmic fluid.
Ectoplasm, aether, the void, astral, I travel through with silver cord
intact.
Neither right hand nor left hand path, not the middle, beginning,
nor end.
Campdon Downs and sacred places.
Long forgotten sacrifice takes place; apparition of the past.
Wonderful strobe lights, washing over me.
Separation of selves.
Last episode.

Living or Dead

Living or Dead

He walks down the street with a limp. He moans, and groans drool
dribbles down his chin. The black skinned people get on their knees
and pray to their mother goddess. His eyes are glassy. His skin
seems to droop off of his body. The people scream and shout yet he
seems to hear nothing. He turns to a dark alley mindlessly. He pulls
a glistening key from his pocket. The key is carefully placed in the
hole.
The body gently slides down the wall. Towards the concrete. He hits
the ground with a thud.
Now tell me the answer to this question.
Is this man? Well is he living or dead?