"CHAINS"

     I cant sleep, for the love of god i just cant close my eyes. My lack of sleep is enhancing the negative thoughts. It kills. More hours of complete, utter loneliness. I had always believe that the shadows of the late night is my only friend. contrary it is. Please dear creator. grant this weakling a tiny bit of your mercy. i beg you, i beg you, i beg you, i beg you, please, i cant stand this no more, no more, please help, please dear god please help, please help this filthy piece of crap rest please just a good night's sleep with a sweet,sweet dream. Please, i beg of you lord, the all merciful, the all powerful please help me.

  I hate you, I hate you all. I hate all of things in existence. I hate all the thing that hurts me. I hate every syllabus amidst words that kills me. Please make it stop please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please. i
have uttered and repeated that word countless times until it has somehow look unfamiliar to me. please, your mercy. please help. please. please. please. i humbly beg of you.

  Maybe, i can go to sleep. if i just have the courage to make one final step. and i shall be thrown into oblivion/ or is it eternal damnation/ for endless millenias to come....

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"chains"

     He have dreams, he have ambitions. He wants to be happy. He wants to do what he loves, be with the ones he love, engulf himself surrounded by the things he love in this mortal land. Yes he did try to isolate grim externals from penetrating him. It turns out to be an impossible task as the externals always succesfully disintergrated the internals. Most of the times concealing any light that sparks within. renderring it dark, ominous as the darkest nights.

     Anger is no different than the scorching fire. When it burns it burns loud and thunderous. Mighty and proud encompassing any pure feelings. When it sparks, it does not have mercy. It straight away enpower the heart making it congested by other dark apparitions. Guilt, Vengeance, sorrow all become dear friends. Together driving the poor soul from good decisions. After it ends it leaves an ugly,filthy dark coal within the heart. Impossible to be taken away. Eternally emblazoned upon the surface and further absorbed deep amidst the roots of all life.

   For all the things that happened in his life, The fury of malice always fills his vessel. Only to be guarded by his cowardly body. Weak and unable to convey what is true inside. Thus the fire only burns him alone. None other shall be able to witness what it true in him. Whenever he tries, the fruit is often in contrast. 

    For all the souls surrounding him. He never had the strenght to forgive them. banishing away the fire. No, he cant. So, the demons grant upon him a heavy, hot, thick and neverending chain. For each and every vandetta he have. He carries them everywhere. Blinding his judgement with thought of death.

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"Chains"

-The Prologue-

     On the dawn of a certain september on a particular year, a newly born brought happiness to his parents.it was the upmost seventh heaven to both of the bearers, indescribably happy by what has been bestowed upon them. On that point onwards. they continued on with their furthered embroidered souls for more years to come.

     Unfortunately. For his luck, it is not as beautiful as others'. Somehow, he has this difference in him. an anomaly in nature. abomination. every other soul, be it kind or unkind cast away him near their sight. for the kind, maybe not entirely but purely made sure that the acquaintence existed stays that lane. If  examplified, in a normal typical table. there is this one soul which only serves as the crowd fulfiller. 

"to make the room feel full. The more the merrier"

    That idiom is very true, indeed. it is made by the elitist who sits on a throne most loft amidst the cursed hierarchy of society. Yes the more the merrier. but only a few within that particular situation prevails. the rest only serves as a scapegoat. They is only there to glorify the ones who god have spent more time on.

     And YES, for all above. returning to the subject. Him is infact the lowest of the hierarchy. The invinsible one. Yes indeed the world is a malicious place. He made the outcasts feel normal. as a matter of fact, the outcast are even accepted as society. Because of his outrageous overamplified awkwardness. The comparison arisen by him alone made the aboves able to differentiate which one is really the one they're supposed to be conjuring away.  

     Words kill him. His own supposed "kin" put knives and disdainful content and acts behind or behold him. He was powerless. Extremely powerless in doing anything to retaliate. None of his exertions did anything to arise any light of God upon his very heart. He was simply special in a distorted. Isolated universe with infinite empty void. Every aspect of his beloved live is going parallel with him?, no, no quite the contrary. His dearly beloved spectrums of his happiness quite often goes away in an unacceptably different way from his will. 

     He tried. for the love of god he tried with all might he have within his dessicated husk. For none blessing shall touch his senses, It is truly a suffering. truly.

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These are the typical tales you may or not heard of. these stories which revurberates through out the local tounge is compiled and wether you have heard it or not, still it will give you chills. be it fiction or truth.. To be apart of this blog you must be willing to call yourselves "Creepers" in the same manner as any societies who term themselves in association of any organitions etc. Much appreciation is conveyed in advance to all Creepers who have the willingness to spend their time to read this blog. Once again, Welcome aboard the CREEPY VILLE boat creepers!

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