Submissions by BlackHatMatt (Crimson-Prophecy)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Oct 2014 4:52am
25th Oct 2014 4:52am
"Smile"
Behind a smile, a lie
Hidden agendas and plots quite sly
Paranoia controls my mind
Until my medicine I find
Hidden agendas and plots quite sly
Paranoia controls my mind
Until my medicine I find
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Aug 2014 6:31am
28th Aug 2014 6:31am
Auditory Hallucinations
Hearing voices is really quite
Annoying. Sometimes they are quiet, sometimes they are
Loud. They can be crude, rude, shrewd, and
Lewd. Sometimes they offer advise, other times their words are
Unhelpful and downright cruel. Sometimes they insult me, and other times
Console me. They often make me paranoid.
I wish they would go away completely, but sadly there is
No cure. Perhaps death will bring me silence?
Anti psychotics help a lot but Geodon has some nasty side effects.
Tremors of the hand, dizziness, diarrhea and nausea just to name a few
I...
Annoying. Sometimes they are quiet, sometimes they are
Loud. They can be crude, rude, shrewd, and
Lewd. Sometimes they offer advise, other times their words are
Unhelpful and downright cruel. Sometimes they insult me, and other times
Console me. They often make me paranoid.
I wish they would go away completely, but sadly there is
No cure. Perhaps death will bring me silence?
Anti psychotics help a lot but Geodon has some nasty side effects.
Tremors of the hand, dizziness, diarrhea and nausea just to name a few
I...
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Aug 2014 2:22pm
16th Aug 2014 2:22pm
Madness in me
M is for madness, and it plagues my mind.
Voices whisper and voices yell, they say things most unkind.
Sometimes they console me, if I am sad.
They often egg me on, whenever I get mad.
A few times they've manifested, into someone who wasn't there.
Thankfully this occurrence, is really rather rare.
Sometimes they observe the actions of others.
They would be silent, given my druthers.
Geodon helps, but doesn't drown their voices.
Sometimes ignoring them is the hardest of choices.
Sometimes they say things that actually make some sense.
Sometimes they...
Voices whisper and voices yell, they say things most unkind.
Sometimes they console me, if I am sad.
They often egg me on, whenever I get mad.
A few times they've manifested, into someone who wasn't there.
Thankfully this occurrence, is really rather rare.
Sometimes they observe the actions of others.
They would be silent, given my druthers.
Geodon helps, but doesn't drown their voices.
Sometimes ignoring them is the hardest of choices.
Sometimes they say things that actually make some sense.
Sometimes they...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
26th Jun 2014 3:10pm
26th Jun 2014 3:10pm
Familiar Scent
A putrid smell is coming from that drawer!
I don't know what it is, but I know I've smelled it before.
The smell is oddly pleasing, this drawer I can't ignore.
It is at the end of the hall, far from prying eyes.
I grab the handle and pull, expecting to see my prize.
I can't pull it open, the lock keeps it closed
Even though there is no key, I must remain composed
I have a lock pick set! That should do the trick
I kneel down and insert the wrench and pick.
My supple wrist moves up and down, until I hear a click.
That was the first tumbler, I have three...
I don't know what it is, but I know I've smelled it before.
The smell is oddly pleasing, this drawer I can't ignore.
It is at the end of the hall, far from prying eyes.
I grab the handle and pull, expecting to see my prize.
I can't pull it open, the lock keeps it closed
Even though there is no key, I must remain composed
I have a lock pick set! That should do the trick
I kneel down and insert the wrench and pick.
My supple wrist moves up and down, until I hear a click.
That was the first tumbler, I have three...
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2014 6:04am
22nd Jun 2014 6:04am
Advice
Why does he say you aren't real?!
Being in this hospital is so surreal!
I don't need to be here! I'm not fucking sick!
I will not take the medicine! YOU CAN SUCK MY DICK!
Shrinks say Geodon will help, but I know that is a lie
I take the pill and spit it out, your will I will defy
You don't see me spit, you think I do comply
Vincent says I must play the game
That's the only way, for me to appear sane
He tells me I must listen, and do not reply
He tells me I must observe, while he scheme and spies
He watches through my eyes and knows more than you...
Being in this hospital is so surreal!
I don't need to be here! I'm not fucking sick!
I will not take the medicine! YOU CAN SUCK MY DICK!
Shrinks say Geodon will help, but I know that is a lie
I take the pill and spit it out, your will I will defy
You don't see me spit, you think I do comply
Vincent says I must play the game
That's the only way, for me to appear sane
He tells me I must listen, and do not reply
He tells me I must observe, while he scheme and spies
He watches through my eyes and knows more than you...
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DARK POEM
Published
16th Jun 2014 4:25am
16th Jun 2014 4:25am
Dangerous
He watches through my eyes
He stares at his prize
He tells me to watch, and plan where to go
All the while thinking, and planning his tableau
The message from the kill is the most important part
He wants people to see, his twisted piece of art
I won't tell you the details of what he'll do this time
To be honest I don't know, he always does the crime
He takes control and I black out, not knowing what I do
No matter how hard I try, my will he does subdue
I have tried to stop, but he always wins
My head starts to hurt, as the switching now begins...
He stares at his prize
He tells me to watch, and plan where to go
All the while thinking, and planning his tableau
The message from the kill is the most important part
He wants people to see, his twisted piece of art
I won't tell you the details of what he'll do this time
To be honest I don't know, he always does the crime
He takes control and I black out, not knowing what I do
No matter how hard I try, my will he does subdue
I have tried to stop, but he always wins
My head starts to hurt, as the switching now begins...
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ANGER POEM
Published
16th Jun 2014 4:23am
16th Jun 2014 4:23am
Patience
My mind is clouded with thoughts of rage
Far too long have I, been stuck inside this cage
I swallowed my anger and it slowly grew
Trapped in the hospital, ALL BECAUSE OF YOU!
The time is coming, to execute my plan
You must beware the fury...of a patient man.
Far too long have I, been stuck inside this cage
I swallowed my anger and it slowly grew
Trapped in the hospital, ALL BECAUSE OF YOU!
The time is coming, to execute my plan
You must beware the fury...of a patient man.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd May 2014 3:56am
23rd May 2014 3:56am
I like
They're soft and supple
They're really fun to play with
I really like boobs.
They're really fun to play with
I really like boobs.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st May 2014 5:16am
21st May 2014 5:16am
Overclocked
You work too much and so do I
You tell me we're done compiling but that is a lie
There's always another bug or more code to write
This process we go through is far too trite
I need more memory or I will soon crash
And could you for once try clearing the cache?
I am overclocked and I'm running far too hot
Please buy me a cooling system, I have the extra slot
My hard drive is filled with a bunch of useless junk
Try defragging once in a while, you stupid hacker punk
You even make me work at night, when everyone's at rest
But that's why I'm...
You tell me we're done compiling but that is a lie
There's always another bug or more code to write
This process we go through is far too trite
I need more memory or I will soon crash
And could you for once try clearing the cache?
I am overclocked and I'm running far too hot
Please buy me a cooling system, I have the extra slot
My hard drive is filled with a bunch of useless junk
Try defragging once in a while, you stupid hacker punk
You even make me work at night, when everyone's at rest
But that's why I'm...
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SELF POEM
Published
21st May 2014 5:14am
21st May 2014 5:14am
Hermit
I gaze into the abyss and I see my reflection
I see a man devoid of affection, never needing human connection
My battery is drained and I need to be alone
Slowly but surely my misanthropy has grown
I crave solitude and need it to survive
Only when I am alone do I truly feel alive
I see a man devoid of affection, never needing human connection
My battery is drained and I need to be alone
Slowly but surely my misanthropy has grown
I crave solitude and need it to survive
Only when I am alone do I truly feel alive
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DARK POEM
Published
19th May 2014 3:33am
19th May 2014 3:33am
Don't Do It
Tears are the ink that writes words upon the page
Your blood is the pen that drips with all this rage
I will never forget, the sight of your brains on the wall
When I saw your body, I began to bawl
Thirteen years of friendship and then it was done
Thirteen years of friendship ended by a gun
I sit here and I think, I sit here and I brood
I sit here and I cry, I fucking miss you dude!
Your blood is the pen that drips with all this rage
I will never forget, the sight of your brains on the wall
When I saw your body, I began to bawl
Thirteen years of friendship and then it was done
Thirteen years of friendship ended by a gun
I sit here and I think, I sit here and I brood
I sit here and I cry, I fucking miss you dude!
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DARK POEM
Published
19th May 2014 3:32am
19th May 2014 3:32am
Relief
I'm planning a kill
I will get away with it
Five others have died
I won't leave a trace
Cops will be baffled again
Time for our sixth kill
My victim is home
I pick the lock and enter
The hour is late
She is fast asleep
Slowly I creep to her side
I stick the knife in
I muffle her scream
Her aorta is severed
I feel her pulse stop
The kill was perfect
She never saw it coming
It ended quickly
Almost too quickly
There is pleasure to be had
Dead one's can't say no
I am finally done...
I will get away with it
Five others have died
I won't leave a trace
Cops will be baffled again
Time for our sixth kill
My victim is home
I pick the lock and enter
The hour is late
She is fast asleep
Slowly I creep to her side
I stick the knife in
I muffle her scream
Her aorta is severed
I feel her pulse stop
The kill was perfect
She never saw it coming
It ended quickly
Almost too quickly
There is pleasure to be had
Dead one's can't say no
I am finally done...
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