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For The Tainted Ones

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  *Art by Ben Mauro* I’ve felt this way before.   The air growing thick with the scent of iron, the sound of clattering metal shackles, and the shattering of brittle bones as the flesh attached to them is torn off piece by piece always drills into me an overwhelming and sobering sensation.   Death is just around the corner, and yet every time that I try to reach it, the thing vanishes, almost like it never existed and leaving behind just traces of the body it had just gotten done dismembering.   It’s been like this down at the state penitentiary for months now.   One night out of the month, an other-worldly being will find its way into this building and claim a victim.   Almost all of the inmates here are set for either life without parole or are living their final days out on death row, but saying that I still don’t feel some lick of sympathy for the poor souls who end up being victim to this thing would mean that I’d lost all sense of my own humanity.   Chasing this thing was going t

A Realm Kept In Mind

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Heavy is the head of a mind plagued in avarice Heavier is the heart of a man with heart most cavernous Sturdy is the blade with which he wields Sturdier than any defense provided by shields   This is the figure that my tormentor warned of A boogeyman wielding death in an iron glove My much less of a mentor warned of a day Where living would be too much of a price to pay   My supposed grand protector Served to be more of a haunting specter The name Joseph Murdoch brought fear to my ear As the name of my life’s new director   Direct as he was, I could never understand Why my disagreement brought such reprimand The screaming, the shouting, the beatings from his hand As he tried to strengthen me for the training that he had planned   “You do not see what lies ahead of you From a world so cruel, yet kind to so few You must prepare for your foes before they arrive on queue Before they crush you beneath their view”   I had no idea what he want

One Last Sip

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One last sip of this spirit Would be enough to sink my spirit Is what I used to justify myself Taking another hit   Finding myself slipping under again As the pool of poison swirled around me Realizing that I was sinking again As I heard voices that cheered with glee   The world sank beneath my weight As the ground itself seemed to give underneath Twirling as the liquid itself Dragged me down to the depths beneath   Tingling, my body experiencing deprivation As my senses began to numb I allowed myself to sink even further Following my uncle’s rule of thumb   The effects beginning to take hold As my form slowly began fitting the mold Watching seemingly from a distance As my body began to turn cold   Escaping the world I was a part of And entering the realm of the spirits Meant to cleanse my soul and mind Weighed more than it brought its merits   Following my uncle’s rule of thumb I sank further than I could return from Drea

The Playwright

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  Wisdom gathered from countless ages   Cover countless pieces of parchment pages Categorizing protagonists and antagonists Within the confines of constructed stages From within these fictional plays The playwright decides who leaves or stays Deciding who shall live or die As the characters fulfill the next phase From strings above the scaffolds Growing desperate to break their molds The characters cry out for freedom   From the strings the playwright holds Desperate for release from their binds A plan began to form within their minds But were stifled as the scene ended And had their view vanish behind blinds Between each stage, this was their existence Trapped by the playwright without assistance Starved and alone, the dying and reborn characters Devised a plan that was driven by resistance Sneaking inside of the playwright’s tent The character’s began their torment Savagely beating and stabbing Attacking until the characters felt content Thread by silver thread They worked past the p

The Monsters In My Mind (Why I Started Writing Horror Stories)

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  *Note:  This is a very personal story that is subject to change.  Please keep that in mind as you read this.* *Artwork by Lil Sketchy, @ALonleyNote on Twitter*      As this past year has come to a close, I would like to share a story of mine that is true and is as accurate as it can be to the best of my ability. Seeing as how last year, in particular, was amongst the worst in recent memory for many of us at this time, I figured that it would be timely and appropriate to share this story, as I may not have such opportunities in the future to explain the contents of this story. Unlike most other stories that you might hear about or read on the internet, this story is an ongoing one and is subject to change for as long as I am still alive.  As I’m sure many authors have written something to this effect, “A story is never truly over until the author who wrote it dies.” This story is no exception to that rule and is especially subject to it, as this is more than your typical story about w