You insufferable cur who think thou mouths floweth with wisdom but a dog would sooner return to it's vomit before tasting the utteringthat overflow from thous mouth. Thou hast brought forth crimes against all forms of rhetoric and thou knowest not thou hast committedverbal suicide when thou speak. Does thou think thou art King Mideas? Nay thou art no gold bringer. Thou words do not raise man's spirits as Socrates, Plato, and Aristotle once did. Thou words are like a Mexican Paso in this country of our forefathers. Worthlessness is the gift thou bares. Does thou think thou art wise? Nay thou art a perverse and wicked fool whom speaks as if on High but thou words fall on deaf ears. No one has the heart to hear thou wickedness. Thou art like an orientator with no audience. What good is it? Thou words art dirt and nothing more.

They say it is better to have loved than to have never loved at all. However when that love jams a knife in your heart I think I'd rather have passed on love. It really screwed me up after the break up. One minute I'm happy in love the next I'm on the street. I guess some men lose heart during this but suicide makes me squeamish. I guess in times of trouble there will be an answer so I let it be. After a lot of months I've still not received that answer but I've not seen mother Mary either so at least I'm still kicking. Every days a new day and I guess time heals all wounds but I'm tired. The rain beats down I'm cold and so tired. The box I call home my only shelter. I hear the voices now I guess mother Mary has appeared but I can no longer lift my head to see anymore.

Love is the biggest fallacy of all. Not only is it a pain in your side it's also the cruelest joke of all. I was in love once and I eventually married the love of my life. Though the life part faded pretty quickly. We were on our honeymoon and I was kissing her and intoxicated by her. Which made it very easy to miss the knife that was thrust into my side by her. Death is odd i felt a lot of heat and pain and then I felt nothing. When I said till death do us part I thought I'd die of old age but murdered by my wife? How someone must be having a laugh. What surprised me was that I could still see and hear everything going on. Being a ghost is a lot like the movies you float above your body and wait for someone to collect you and take you well somewhere only that never happened. I see Kyle enter the room and start kissing my wife laughing at the scene together. Kyle and I were business partners till he managed to bribe the CEOs into a corporate takeover which left me out of a job. I hired a lawyer and we had piled a huge case against Kyle. We were actually doing very well and it looked like I'd get my company back. I had met my wife shortly after the case was being filed. I guess Kyle had planted her to get rid of me if it looked like I'd win the case. I float here seeing them kiss and laugh about my murder of how foolish I was. Im fumming and just think how these two deserve to suffer for this cruel joke. I punch Kyle and although my fists go through him he still goes flying into a wall. Both are screaming I get on top of him and start punching him. Blood starts to spray everywhere as his nose and teeth start to break. Eventually Kyle goes into a spasm and eventually stays still. My wife looks at the scene in horror I kiss her cheek and then push her out the window. The glass shatters and she falls getting impaled on the pools fence below. I look at the scene and know if there's a Hell I'm going to it but at least I'll have the last laugh.

Bound to chains that do not make the slightest sound. A young man stares at Deaths burial mound. His time has come as all men's must. Destined to become a husk. Be he king or pauper all men must die. Yet in the end they all ask why. It's dusk now and my grave is now my home. My body now will live in this hole alone.

She keeps souls in the skulls she wears around her neck. This witch born from the seed of Davy Jones who caused sailors unrest. The two captured ship wrecked souls to later be sent to Hell. It's said you can still hear the screams of those captured by the duo. Though survivors were few and far between so no one really knows. Slaves to fate these two fiends were till they captured 10,000,000,000 souls. Never to set foot on land until this dept was owed. So wander they will the seven seas until there souls can rest at ease.

I was strolling through the park one day. It had been awhile since anyone had come here after the disappearance of a few poor children. It had been months since they were last seen anand everyone was frightened. However with gas prices sky high and my work and apartment literally a park view away I figured I'd not drive the car the 10 mile traffic filled streets and parkinglots to get to work. It was kind of spooky being the only one in the park the swings making creeking sounds from not being oiled in months. It was almost like a horror movie I even thought someone said my name "arrrthhhurrrr... arrrthhhurrrr". Damn imagination running away with me. Must be all the stress from work piling up. "Arthhhhhurrr Merrrrlllyyyynnn". I turn around eyes wide to see no one there. I laugh someone from work must be trying to prank me. Those jerks and there pranks. I yell " the jigs up guys Marty? Nick? Or Sanchez I know it's one of you!" Silence. I turn around and keep walking and then..."Arrrtttthhhhhuuuuurrrrr....Arrrrrtttthhhuuurrrr....Aaaarrrrttthhhuuuurrrr MeeeerrrrrrlllllyyyynnnnMeeeerrrrrrlllllyyyynnnn!!!" I fed up yell " What? What?!What!!!!" Boom a blinding light a giggle and then nothingness. The search lasted 10 years with a lot of suspects but no arrests. Like all the other disappearances the police were dumbfounded. Eventually the town gave up searching and the city ordered the park closed and dismantled but after the disappearances of the foreman and a few of the workers it was eventually roped off and left to rust. Not that they needed to bother with the rope no one was dumb enough to go near the park.

He smiled but it didn't seem to touch his eyes. Behind the smile was a man who was deeply troubled. Stress was piling up and his heart was pumping on overdrive to compensate. Work hadn't paid him and the bills had piled up. His client was a handful and the parent was a bigger one. Driving down US 41 the client would slap the man and try to switch the car over to neutral while making explosion sounds in the man's ear. The man was forced to take the client home due to the behavior and as he told the mother she told him if he couldn't take care of the behaviors he could find another job. The man explained he wasn't a behavior therapist and wasn't trained to get rid of these behaviors. She told him she didn't think he was a good for then. As the man said his farewells he smiled but inside he was screaming.

How many days had it been a month? A year? 10? Oh God what I would give to sleep...but I can't not with that thing watching me. Planning he's always doing that thinking of new ways to toucher me whike I sleep. He's always in my mind grinning and staring at me with those eyes as black as the void. Reminds me of a sharks eyes black and emotionless waiting to strike. I know eventually I will fall asleep and then his favorite game will begin.

Creeeek! Creeeek! Woof woofwoof! The hair on the back of my neck stands on end had it really been 10 years? I sit on the couch as the hounds outside my door try to claw there way in. I reflect on my life the empire I made in business all for nothing. Ten years ago I was a failing businessman who's wife was expecting and couldn't provide for my family...lets face it I was a loser. So when a man came to me and said hed help me get my business back on track and I'd bbe able to provide for my family I figured what did I have to lose. I asked him the catch of course he said it wasn't anything to worry about it's be 10 years before he would come to collect and by then I would be so rich money wouldn't be an issue or the deal would be nullified. I figured it was a good deal till now. Wife died in a car crash a week later and so did the baby..my baby boy. Afterwords I poured my heart in soul into the business and I made bank. Now with he'll hounds before me with those red eyes that make men cry in fear he finally appears. The devil himself the same man I saw all those years ago. He wants his percentage it's not much only 100% of my soul he laughs. I find his humor disgusting myself. The chains of Hell bind my wrists and I'm dragged away. I wonder what my company will think but it's not uncommon for people to go missing when they're rich I suppose. The things I see as I'm given the "brand" tour is too horrifying for words. I see every toucher device ever made and some that haven't been invented yet. Some people burn, some are stretched or have their nails and teeth ripped out. From what I've seen so far they have it easy. Some are brought to the brink of insanity but never allowed to cross into the void....and the last thing I think of before the gate shuts is of my wife and son. Taken from me by the man in front of me and then the gate shuts and my eternal screams begin.