Corpse that did not enter the grave (16+)
Edmundo was on his way
At that moment an old man appeared to him
“Help me, I am Johnson!” he said and continued
“There are bones under this soil! There is an empty grave in this cemetery
This bone should be put in the grave! ”
Edmundo agreed and obeyed the old man!
On a dark night, the old man and Edmundo buried the bones
Then the old man disappeared
Edmundo was amazed and looked at the picture of a man in the grave
There was an old man in the picture
And these words were written: Johnson was die...
I wish I never woke up
I was looking up to the ceiling. Where am I?
I see a doctor. I want to scream, saying that I am awake, but I can't. They will start the surgery, and my silent screams can't stop them!
I wake up sweating and so confused, but there is no bed. There is an ugly smile, and a voice saying: "You woke up finally. We will have a good time."
It’s always the polite ones.
The deadbolt clicks, and the door opens. High heels are thrown off. "Alexa," she says, "Turn the lights on." A pair of shoes on the mat catches her eye. "Honey, I like the new kicks."
"Oh, those are mine, ma'am," says the guy with a bloody axe.
When are you coming?
I’ve been waiting
Remember your promise?
You said you’d find me.
No matter what.
You said death would never part us.
But you haven’t come back and it’s
So cold and the light's dimming.
Where did you go?
I’m running out of blood and I’m trapped
in the dark
with that scurrying thing.
The Thing that snapped your neck like a twig.
You’re still a dark shape slumped on the floor but
you’re not here anymore.
Please come back for me.
You promised you would.
I don't want to die alone.
Castle on a Cloud
There is a castle on a cloud
My eyes are awake when it is seen
So many rooms for me to sweep
There in a castle on a cloud
There is lady all in black
She holds me and weeps “Will you back?”
She’s a pain to see and she’s sharp to touch
She says, Dear one, I need you for my lunch
I know a place where no one lives
I know a place where no one breathes
Laughing at all is not allowed
Not in my castle on a cloud
Morning is lovely for most, but for me it only brings terror. The faces- oh dear- the faces. They line the halls in a terrorizing row of dusty solemnity. One man's face I study; his skin sags revealing the pink under his eyes as if his face was half melted. His hair is a particularly repulsive shade of green. I turn away and continue along. Their eyes caress my back like an eerily forlorn lover watching her husband being lower into an early grave, arsenic sitting heavy in his dead belly.
I knew I shouldn't have put them in jars.
Like a pro
My mother had the most beautiful grey hair. Believe it or not it was completely natural but, she always hated it, said it made her look "old" and "worn". At least she used too, until she lost it all in that hospital bed. Hearing her cry was too heartbreaking, so now i bring her wigs. Only the highest of quality of course! Handmade with real human hair since the manufactured stuff's a bit to pricey. I try my best but, i should really learn the proper way to remove the scalp part and blood-stains from it like the manufacturers do...