Jesus fucking Christ I just a had a dream where I was watching some TSC movie where I don’t remember much of the start but the end all his friends died and he decided to use his awakened powers to fucking blow up everyone in the spaceship including himself
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Bad Dream House
Warning: This poem is fucked up. SA TRIGGER WARNINGS. Proceed at your own risk.
Every time it's the same.
A long flowing staircase,
Impossibly curved,
Leading nowhere. Screaming mother,
See your child taken.
See me ripped from your arms
Forever.
Feral panic.
A foyer of dark antique wood and purple
Velvet like adorments,
Where lies ruin and anxiety,
That will never leave me.
And they dress so well,
To hide the viscious, cruel beasts within,
Their smiles are like screams.
They smile like death.
I am with the dead things now.
Suckling at the breast of a long dead corpse
I venture forth into the tomb,
A verbose and elequent stream of
Conscious want and desire.
Sweet smells,
Like rot.
They kill me there, by the fireplace,
Over and over again,
Laughing as they stomp, kick, beat, rip, tear, rend with teeth and filling me with themselves.
They fuck my soul.
Black bile injected into my veins,
Make the suffering worse. I beg them to make it worse so I'll die.
Expert hands know exactly how far to take the meat so it doesn't turn.
There is a need
To be alone, forever. To die.
Because I'm fucking tired. I wear death's visage, and yet no souls can I reap,
For I only wish to be in void. Purposeless, not a doll to be fucked by greedy, uncaring hands.
Downstairs is true horror.
Pitch black presence, threadbare furniture.
This is a room for disgusting, vile acts of wanton misery and the ruining of innocence for dark gods.
Smashing into running shins and knees,
Falling, tripped in that slow dreamlike
State of being.
It's coming, in the dark, and its laughing.
The face is always the same, somehow to big and to small,
Fleshy like a ball of unformed clay,
Pink and yellow,
Rotting formless meat.
It rips me asunder, spreading my soul out for all the other creatures to take and rape,
As it consumes me.
And in the brief moments of agony I find a moments piece, as I no longer exist,
Until I wake up, on the doorstep
Of the bad dream house.
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I want to be closer to the pain
I want to be inspired by the pain I felt in the past,
when you didn’t accept my hands full of stars.
I want to feel what I felt before,
the pain of knowing that you were never mine.
I would like to bleed in that distant asteroid of indifference,
travel the universe,
to be the gray inert sadness,
the blue wake of a comet that is dying.
I want to feel the pain that I felt that moment while I fade in space with you inside me.
I want to die collapsed in the darkness of a dark sun,
I want to be the center where time stops,
that my prison of pain implodes with the fire of a doomed star,
crushed ever closer to what I felt before — when I lost you forever.
I want to live in that black hole where pain is that last frozen second that I was still alive your heart.
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