Black Eyes.

[Shibboleet The Annihilator]

[notathing]

[Shibboleet The Annihilator]

Oh man, ice cream is the best!

[Triple Zero]

Do you ever get that feeling?

You know. The one where you want to rip off your arms and dive head first into a bathtub full of acid?

Well...so do I.

There are three other people inside my head. They're  names are [...]

You know why I don't tell people this?

Um, no? What do you mean? As far as I can tell you have been doing pretty much nothing except talking and telling everybody and talking about this.

Seriously, we're being really patient, but

When are you going to start talking about something else?

Something that does not revolve around you having a dark tortured soul, a sickened, sensitive shadow writhing in hands that are not hands, and whirled blindly past ghastly midnights of rotting creation, corpses of dead worlds with sores that were cities, charnel winds that brush the pallid stars and make them flicker low. Beyond the worlds vague ghosts of monstrous things; half-seen columns of unsanctified temples that rest on nameless rocks beneath space and reach up to dizzy vacua above the spheres of light and darkness. And through this revolting graveyard of the universe the muffled, maddening beating of drums, and thin, monotonous whine of blasphemous flutes from inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond Time; the detestable pounding and piping whereunto dance slowly, awkwardly, and absurdly the gigantic, tenebrous ultimate gods — the blind, voiceless, mindless gargoyles whose soul is Nerinamakanitep.

[LMNO]

There are dark streaks where I touch him.
He knows where my hands have been.
I am filth.
I am refuse.

No soap will cleanse me,
No water to wash me away.

But he still loves me,
And he suffers for me.
And I suffer for him.

Together, caked with ichor,
We lie together
On our bed of nails.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Do you ever get that feeling?

You know. The one where you want to rip off your arms and dive head first into a bathtub full of acid?

Well...so do I.

There are three other people inside my head. They're  names are [...]

You know why I don't tell people this?

Um, no? What do you mean? As far as I can tell you have been doing pretty much nothing except talking and telling everybody and talking about this.

This.

[Triple Zero]

Do you ever get that feeling?

You know. The one where you want to rip off your arms and dive head first into a bathtub full of acid?

Well...so do I.

There are three other people inside my head. They're  names are [...]

You know why I don't tell people this?

Um, no? What do you mean? As far as I can tell you have been doing pretty much nothing except talking and telling everybody and talking about this.

This.

WHY DO YOU HATE BLIND VOICELESS MINDLESS GARGOYLES??

[LMNO]

                                           :mmmmph:
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[nerinamakani]

*giggles*
Ok.

That WAS angst.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

*giggles*
Ok.

That WAS angst.

That you recognize and admit it is promising...

[Doktor Howl]

*giggles*
Ok.

That WAS angst.

That you recognize and admit it is promising...

Now I'd like to see him write REALLY bad poetry.  We've been lacking in that department.  If he doesn't, I will.

[Thurnez Isa]

*giggles*
Ok.

That WAS angst.

That you recognize and admit it is promising...

Now I'd like to see him write REALLY bad poetry.  We've been lacking in that department.  If he doesn't, I will.

There has to be a *good* forum put such a masterpieces on display

[Doktor Howl]

*giggles*
Ok.

That WAS angst.

That you recognize and admit it is promising...

Now I'd like to see him write REALLY bad poetry.  We've been lacking in that department.  If he doesn't, I will.

There has to be a *good* forum put such a masterpieces on display

Right here.

[nerinamakani]

Bad poetry. (look at the first line)

Malicious Melancholia
creeps beneath my skin
All my thoughts are dead,
and hell walks laughing once again.
There's a candle in my skull
flickers just like yours.
No way to gaurd it from the wind
when your lost inside a storm.
our dim lights are lost
eventually,
with no one to see them gutter out...


I feel dirty for writing that..

[LMNO]

You know, we haven't trolled a Goth Poetry board is a few years...