so..alone to pain i am prone now i take solace in these oh so scary things and all of this amusement it brings, i mean you just gotta love all the screams i have no expression yet inside there is a smile 9..1..1 you try to dial now you drop dead from dread into this ending you were led, tis the natural order, when i was alive to all these insults i was a hoarder i took them close to heart, BUT NOW IM NOT!! so hard i fought...that this was to happen i thought not as tall as your shadow as was mine.....on sanity i shall dine as he did long ago for me, this is good for you shall be set free but until then my tendrals shall never let you be
you
the story of a madman -tragedy- Part 4 by sadisticpeacemaker, literature
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the story of a madman -tragedy- Part 4
Diary entry four 1841
Hello, i am back yet again. I woke up to fires all around me and I had to escape...all I could grab was this book and my small portable writing case.
I have no idea whatsoever why I obtained such things out of all the things, money, a weapon or even my jewlery.
I am underneath a bridge writing in the dim light of dusk, I have no idea why my home went up in flames....I must find out who or even worse...WHAT cuased such things.
My entire family, my LIFE, my REASON...could be gone.
Tomorrow I will check the remnants of my house hoping there is something or someone I can salvage....and if i cant maybe some clues for what ha
the story of a madman -the urge- part 3 by sadisticpeacemaker, literature
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the story of a madman -the urge- part 3
Diary entry two 1841
I am back my friend, ever since last nights new moon dreams i have been splurting out poems uncontrollably without even thinking the words...it has to do with "IT" what else could cuase this? Would you like a taste?
Insanity set me free and everybody shell let me be,
upon a night oh so erie, become knight oh so dreary
I do not know what these mean...maybe they are omens of a sort?
well i am to tired to think of such matters at this moment,
my ears have just started ringing...this is not good i must
get to bed quickly.
the story of a madman -the spirit- part 2 by sadisticpeacemaker, literature
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the story of a madman -the spirit- part 2
journal entry 1, 19th century
Hello, i am vortex, a spirit from the 3rd plane of existance also known as limbo
i have been placed inside the subsconcious of this boy by the name of jefferson.
i have been captured and cursed by the great lord of flies, something you people call "Death" or "the reaper". Well every new moon i am able to speak to this boy through dream, seeing as every new moon there is nothing protecting his soul, his guardian demons arent around then, yes i know "guardian demons?" is what your thinking well not all people have angels some people are too corrupt by ancestrial lineage to deserve such. he is the third reincarnat
with every song i write i cut my wrists with ever lyric i sing i only get another a lisp it always gets worse it never gets better yet i grow stronger with every hate letter all these decicisions pick the ladder with every step i take my legs only get stiffer with every thought i make i only get dumber with every chance i take IT ONLY GETS HARDER
this is hell they said i fell but really i was pushed periodicly forever its about time i pull my lever! my fevers grown to cold this shit has gotten to old you motherfuckers better fold cuase the 7 jokers of sin i hold
my heart is covered in mold it must be melted and molded into hate the kind tha
the story of a madman -it begins- part 1 by sadisticpeacemaker, literature
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the story of a madman -it begins- part 1
DIARY ENTRY ONE 1841
Hello, my name is Jefferson Copperton i am of ten years of age i am a very wealthy child
born of a wealthy family, i have gotten this rather large blank tome from a dear friend of the family for my birthday, my parents for some reason do not approve of this book....i find this strange. i am writing this at the blackest of night by candle light. The moon is hiding from this world tonight....this is not good that means "IT" will come again as i sleep
it is a demon....i cannot tell anything about it or i shall be burned by the church.
i wish to live now as my candle dims i must leave you my friends to whoever is reading th
so..alone to pain i am prone now i take solace in these oh so scary things and all of this amusement it brings, i mean you just gotta love all the screams i have no expression yet inside there is a smile 9..1..1 you try to dial now you drop dead from dread into this ending you were led, tis the natural order, when i was alive to all these insults i was a hoarder i took them close to heart, BUT NOW IM NOT!! so hard i fought...that this was to happen i thought not as tall as your shadow as was mine.....on sanity i shall dine as he did long ago for me, this is good for you shall be set free but until then my tendrals shall never let you be
you
the story of a madman -tragedy- Part 4 by sadisticpeacemaker, literature
Literature
the story of a madman -tragedy- Part 4
Diary entry four 1841
Hello, i am back yet again. I woke up to fires all around me and I had to escape...all I could grab was this book and my small portable writing case.
I have no idea whatsoever why I obtained such things out of all the things, money, a weapon or even my jewlery.
I am underneath a bridge writing in the dim light of dusk, I have no idea why my home went up in flames....I must find out who or even worse...WHAT cuased such things.
My entire family, my LIFE, my REASON...could be gone.
Tomorrow I will check the remnants of my house hoping there is something or someone I can salvage....and if i cant maybe some clues for what ha
the story of a madman -the urge- part 3 by sadisticpeacemaker, literature
Literature
the story of a madman -the urge- part 3
Diary entry two 1841
I am back my friend, ever since last nights new moon dreams i have been splurting out poems uncontrollably without even thinking the words...it has to do with "IT" what else could cuase this? Would you like a taste?
Insanity set me free and everybody shell let me be,
upon a night oh so erie, become knight oh so dreary
I do not know what these mean...maybe they are omens of a sort?
well i am to tired to think of such matters at this moment,
my ears have just started ringing...this is not good i must
get to bed quickly.
the story of a madman -the spirit- part 2 by sadisticpeacemaker, literature
Literature
the story of a madman -the spirit- part 2
journal entry 1, 19th century
Hello, i am vortex, a spirit from the 3rd plane of existance also known as limbo
i have been placed inside the subsconcious of this boy by the name of jefferson.
i have been captured and cursed by the great lord of flies, something you people call "Death" or "the reaper". Well every new moon i am able to speak to this boy through dream, seeing as every new moon there is nothing protecting his soul, his guardian demons arent around then, yes i know "guardian demons?" is what your thinking well not all people have angels some people are too corrupt by ancestrial lineage to deserve such. he is the third reincarnat
with every song i write i cut my wrists with ever lyric i sing i only get another a lisp it always gets worse it never gets better yet i grow stronger with every hate letter all these decicisions pick the ladder with every step i take my legs only get stiffer with every thought i make i only get dumber with every chance i take IT ONLY GETS HARDER
this is hell they said i fell but really i was pushed periodicly forever its about time i pull my lever! my fevers grown to cold this shit has gotten to old you motherfuckers better fold cuase the 7 jokers of sin i hold
my heart is covered in mold it must be melted and molded into hate the kind tha
the story of a madman -it begins- part 1 by sadisticpeacemaker, literature
Literature
the story of a madman -it begins- part 1
DIARY ENTRY ONE 1841
Hello, my name is Jefferson Copperton i am of ten years of age i am a very wealthy child
born of a wealthy family, i have gotten this rather large blank tome from a dear friend of the family for my birthday, my parents for some reason do not approve of this book....i find this strange. i am writing this at the blackest of night by candle light. The moon is hiding from this world tonight....this is not good that means "IT" will come again as i sleep
it is a demon....i cannot tell anything about it or i shall be burned by the church.
i wish to live now as my candle dims i must leave you my friends to whoever is reading th
i know how you feel thus i shall make a deal but first i shall show you how i feel...every morning is the peak for mourning i am a monster as i grip my knife everybody pushes me to end my life to end the strife they wish to kill me...the blight but i have gone mad from the years of being sad so i smile and luagh as i cry wether inside or out i need to die i have tried many a time to just be pulled away by one or the other from my loved one to my mother the hate for myself festers forever wether for woe or to be released upon so and so
i understand you better than you could ever imagine my scarrs may not be known but it is becuase they are una
im sorry you didnt know me now you hate me rememeber you created me yet i set me free and i am myself somebody you hate worthless faithless idiotic psycotic the longer i live the more i understand that i am gonna be just like him i hate myself every second of the day from up close to far away other people dont think so but for how long until they learn taht they thought wrong
the vipers hiss comes after deathes kiss thus is the revenge of reasononing wraithes they have no faith forever furious to their killers and all their condolences their words are cold cuasing their enemys to fold for they are covered in mold and madness relentless yet reasonable they dont put up with treason for which they create leisions letting loose of the demon dogs you are lost in their fog their souls are smaug smiling at all of you dieing we do this for the ones who are shot by guns unable to run the ones who are tourtured and teething on glass the ones who are smashed and told they just crashed we shall avenge leaving them with not a