waking up brain

Exactly
Every time I try to sleep my mind either
1) starts playing songs I like
OR
2) fills my mind with creepy as* shit

Same here.

Yes

I guess.... Our minds are very messed up then...

AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!

*laughs insanely till my eyes go white*

Kills some one

*uses demon hands to hide the evidence*

Me: does that too

*uses my demon hands to kill a few other people and the blood forms a pentagram and I smile evilly* It's time......

*kills friends*

Roses are red,
Violets ain't blue
There is something
Right behind you

*a portal opens* Let them come.
Let them be.
For other do not see.
We shall.
We shall kill.
But still...
Its who we are.
We are.
Yanderes, Bakaderes, Tsunderes and more....
We are.
Here, there, everywhere, yet nowhere....
Truth or dare, anyone?
*the portal gets larger*

His older sister vomits blood, and his younger sister vomits fire,
And the cute Tomino vomits his soul.
Tomino falls into Hell alone,
The darkness of Hell where even flowers don’t bloom.
Is it Tomino’s older sister wielding the whip?
The blood on the whip weighs on his mind.
Beating and striking yet not hitting at all,
There is but a single road to the eighth and most painful Hell.
Would you request guidance into the darkness of Hell,
From the golden sheep, or the nightingale?
Put as much as you can into the leather sack,
In preparation for the journey into the most painful of Hells.
Spring comes to the forest and the valley,
And to the seven twisting valleys of dark Hell.
The nightingale in the cage, the sheep in the cart,
And tears in the eyes of cute Tomino.
Cry, nightingale, in the forest rains,
He screams as loud as he can in yearning for his younger sister.
The cries echo throughout Hell,
And the buttercup blooms.
Through the seven mountains and seven valleys of Hell,
The cute Tomino’s solo journey.
If they are in Hell, bring them,
The mountain of pins and needles.
The red pins don’t stand out,
As a sign leading to cute Tomino.

*the portal gets larger*

"I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,

And Mourners to and fro

Kept treading – treading – till it seemed

That Sense was breaking through –

And when they all were seated,

A Service, like a Drum –

Kept beating – beating – till I thought

My mind was going numb –

And then I heard them lift a Box

And creak across my Soul

With those same Boots of Lead, again,

Then Space – began to toll,

As all the Heavens were a Bell,

And Being, but an Ear,

And I, and Silence, some strange Race,

Wrecked, solitary, here –

And then a Plank in Reason, broke,

And I dropped down, and down –

And hit a World, at every plunge,

And Finished knowing – then –"

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;I lift my lids and all is born again.(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,And arbitrary blackness gallops in:I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bedAnd sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you’d return the way you said,But I grow old and I forget your name.(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;At least when spring comes they roar back again.I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.(I think I made you up inside my head.)”

"Her strong enchantments failing,Her towers of fear in wreck,Her limbecks dried of poisonsAnd the knife at her neck,

The Queen of air and darknessBegins to shrill and cry,"O young man, O my slayer,To-morrow you shall die."O Queen of air and darkness,I think 'tis truth you say,And I shall die tomorrow;But you will die to-day. "

"They hanged John Farrel in the dawn amid the marketplace;At dusk came Adam Brand to him and spat upon his face."Ho neighbors all," spake Adam Brand, "see ye John Farrel's fate!"Tis proven here a hempen noose is stronger than man's hate!

For heard ye not John Farrel's vow to be avenged upon meCome life or death? See how he hangs high on the gallows tree!"Yet never a word the people spoke, in fear and wild surprise-For the grisly corpse raised up its head and stared with sightless eyes,

And with strange motions, slow and stiff, pointed at Adam BrandAnd clambered down the gibbet tree, the noose within its hand.With gaping mouth stood Adam Brand like a statue carved of stone,Till the dead man laid a clammy hand hard on his shoulder bone.

Then Adam shrieked like a soul in hell; the red blood left his faceAnd he reeled away in a drunken run through the screaming market place;And close behind, the dead man came with a face like a mummy's mask,And the dead joints cracked and the stiff legs creaked with their unwonted task.

Men fled before the flying twain or shrank with bated breath,And they saw on the face of Adam Brand the seal set there by death.He reeled on buckling legs that failed, yet on and on he fled;So through the shuddering market-place, the dying fled the dead.

At the riverside fell Adam Brand with a scream that rent the skies;Across him fell John Farrel's corpse, nor ever the twain did rise.There was no wound on Adam Brand but his brow was cold and damp,For the fear of death had blown out his life as a witch blows out a lamp.

His lips were writhed in a horrid grin like a fiend's on Satan's coals,And the men that looked on his face that day, his stare still haunts their souls.Such was the fate of Adam Brand, a strange, unearthly fate;For stronger than death or hempen noose are the fires of a dead man's hate."

...........................................

What?

*I'm left speechless and I look at you in shock*

Why do you look at me in shock?

*walks away awkwardly with a katana in hand and runs of at the speed of light*

Wut

It’s an unclassified specimen,
The likes of which I’ve never seen—
It’s bits and pieces of unfinished bodies—
In the phantasmagoria I can make out
Singular body parts, and I place them
Across my plate, then watch with surprise
To see that they move in reflex agitation.

Prehistoric, mutant, queer blobs
Of slick slimy substance
That catch upon my spoon and drip;
Bloody globs of gelatin that fall
Quiveringly back into the bowl—
A whiff in the air of unfamiliar spices
With putridity blended nicely.

You’re eyes are smoldering
As they look up at me devilishly;
Don’t be so full of accusations,
After all, a delicacy is a delicacy,
And your eyes, well, coldly gelled
They’ll go down so nicely,
If only you’d just stop staring.

He smiles most when you are breaking;
He smiles more when you feel low;
He smiles in the evening on the street,
And he smiles through your window,
late at night, while you sleep.

If your dark day is full of sadness,
Then to him it brings a kind of gladness;
And if you work so hard and so long,
To his lips it brings a sort of pleasant song.

So you think your safe in your slum;
But don’t you worry, he’ll soon come;
His creepy smile will cut your heart,
And you’ll wish you were so far apart.

Careful not to ever let him find you erring;
For this will make him all the more daring,
He wants your melancholy soul to keep,
And he’s sure he can get it on the cheap.

*teleports onto a tree and stabs myself* I quit.... I'm nothing but a glitch in this world. I guess.... That's it. My demise. My end. *sighs and pulls out the katana from my chest and i fall of the tree, bleeding and dying*

Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

At night, when little Rebecca
Would pick up the toy phone
She would insist that a monster
Was on the other end;
Her mother hid the phone
Thinking this would solve the problem
But it only made it worse;
Forever after Rebecca was certain
It was the monster that had taken it
And that he must be near.

This coy witch, she shrunk me
And confined me in a little place
From which I may never wander;
She made me a tiny trinket
And put me in a small glass cage;
She put me upon her dresser,
So that from there she might gaze;
I’m just a little toy to her,
Lost forever and an age.

She wore dark effusive eye shadow
And eyeliner so thick her eyes always
Looked sad; her lipstick was heavy
And deep red and always slightly
Smeared; She smoked thin cigars,
And these she never clenched
But always left them hanging
Just slightly from her mouth.

Her prattling laughter so annoys me.
The boys subserviently surround her,
And she merrily mucks around with them
As they ferociously fawn over her.
She has fangs,
And she sucks these boys dry;
She leaves a trail of corpses everywhere,
But its her prattling laughter,
That God-awful cackle that so bothers me.

Flowers laced with radio nucleotides,
Small dust that blinks as you sniff;
Thorns held painlessly while bloody tears
Fall onto the blue petals of a withered rose;
A red ribbon falls down from your mouth
Towards the ground where it wells up
A small puddle reflecting a fading sunset
Across the tops of tall vacant trees
Older than time.

It was I who opened the door and let her in;
She’s carved of simple and coarse wood;
And, oh my, does she create such a din;
Her smile sets me into such a creepy mood.

She doesn’t seem to really like the light
And I have to admit that she me no peace,
For she always stalks me late at night
And from her constant glare I get no release.

She looked so lonely sitting there in the store;
I thought to her, a nice home I could give;
But as soon as I got there and came in the door,
I realized I’d invited an evil spirit in to live.

Each and every night she prays upon me,
I’m stuck inside these four dark walls;
While she twists her neck and gazes lingeringly,
And if I leave, she’ll follow down the halls.

Oh, why did I ever let such a creature in,
And to think just a doll could be so lewd;
But now that she thinks she’s my next of kin
She wants to make with me a whole new brood.

Oh, please put me in these thick iron bands;
Don’t you see that I long for your righteous rein,
Any punishment is fine if it’s at your hands;
Quick, bind me in your thick iron chain.

Never let me leave your sight;
I’ll count each and every hour,
That I subserve under your might.
I want to be under your power!

Let the people quake and quiver all across the land,
Let your word like a god be heard across the seas.
Place upon my wrist that ugly iron band,
Let hot breath come over me like a breeze.

Oh, wrap me up into into a thread and reel,
For you don’t know the heavy weight I bore;
Strap me to the endless twisting wheel;
Sit me in a warship to take up the oar.

I’ll give my death to you with speed.
Let it go to fly, this black dove.
For your word has been decreed,
And I’ll happily sink to death in love.

*lies on the ground bleeding but doesn't die* damn....i....i.....i....can't die yet......

Whew

*sighs sadly and blood comes out my eyes like tears they flow through*

It's ok.. u will die someday

My heart has descended into an evil thrill,
In that place where she now lays still;
Can there be at least just one wicked way
To bring my lost love back to the light of day?

Am I really so pathetic and so weak,
That a powerful demon I will not seek,
Out there in the wastes of the west,
Where the sands shift and never rest?

Oh, to one more time your beauty drink,
Just the thought brings me to the brink;
If you could but just one more time come,
It would bring my petty life to its final sum.

It is time to give into the darkness of night;
It is time for me to rise up to my full height;
More than your moody memory I desire to keep;
So I must find a way to wake you from your sleep.

I will find a way to bring you back to my side;
I will risk all tonight, down to my very hide;
I insist you will be with me on the next morn;
For in blood and in magic you will be reborn.

I stand here where your lifeless body lay;
I call on evil demons to show me the way;
Deep into the lowest rung of hell I can see;
And there I grasp this most evil mystery.

All for one last lingering kiss but sweet,
I’ll bring you back once more complete;
The clouds deeply rumble in the night,
The lightening makes such a frightening sight.

You shudder, cough, and now you breathe,
Oh, but your wide eyes, they do so seethe;
No, please, don’t look at me that angry way—
I only wanted to give you a brand new day.

*my breathing stops and my heart beat get slower and my eyes appear to be dead like and my head drops to one direction*

O.O

*demon wings come out of my back*

My hair turns into knives and I have demon wings and and I have blood all over my body

*my face turns white and my hair turns black with blood red tips*

My teeth turn sharp and I'm very pale and my eyes turn red and black

*my hands turn to scythe handles and i smile creepily*

My hands turn into very sharp knives with many people blood on them and smiles very very very very creepily

O.O

*a ray of light strikes through my chest before i complete my full demon transformation an i fall to the ground and start bleeding*

*my heart beat stops and I die*

Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

*my heart suddenly restarts and the sky begins glitching out*

Wut
O.O

*the sky turns into black like a computer that's been turned off and the ground starts shaking as my breathing starts*

*goes back to reading*
This is getting kinda boring

*stands up and heals myself and the ground starts crumbling above your feet*

You mean below my feet, not above

(yes, sorry) *I look at your hands and see that they are slowly glitching out*

Meh

*It's starts raining blood and my eyes turn black*

I turn even more psycho and my head turns all the way around and my eyes start leaking blood and they turn black