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Broken Promise by morbid-robot, literature

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Broken Promise

I hold you in my arms My lover. My executioner. As your withering heart beats it's very last. I hold you still. I wish it could be different. It be me instead of you, but I see now that this is how it will be Your pleading eyes look up to mine in a silent cry for help, but I cannot, my love. A tear rolls down your cheek as we wordlessly agree: It is the time. I felt your spirit slip from your body. Your grip on my arm is now gone. Won't you stay with me my love? As we grow old together And die together. Your promise to stay with me Is broken. As I hold your dead body. I will miss you, my love. I will miss you with a

Solitude by morbid-robot, literature

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Solitude

Drifting into the clouds I see my dream Where I can rest my weary eyes From the terrors unseen To a bed of stars I crawl Finding peace in sleep Holding close to my chest The heart that I keep A comfort unknown finds my refuge And joins me in a blissful slumber Holding me close, it surrounds I feel so safe being under I block out the noise of the earth troubled and frantic it sounds I listen to a melody so endearing A voice ringing clear all around A warmth gives me strength as the presence, it sooths To go back to reality or stay here How I wish to stay here I choose But that is impossible for this place is fake There i

Bad Blood by morbid-robot, literature

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Bad Blood

Nothing. Typically that is what I am thought of. It is what I am. To end this life would be doing the world a favor. I know it. Painless? No, but it wouldn't stop me. I took out the knife. A nice blade, they couldn't say I didn't go out with style. I brought is close to my wrist. I put pressure on my skin, causing it to sting as the sharp blade worked at the weak tissue. I slice across. My wrist burns as I look at it in agony. The blood gushed out from the fresh wound. I stared. My blood was pouring out of me, as I began to feel weak. Though I always was. It was my bad blood that caused it all. My family's fault. My mother g

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Grow Up by morbid-robot, literature

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Grow Up

You always told me to not cry not whine don't be childish But why does it hurt now? I remember when I was younger, trying to make you proud but it wasn't enough You cursed at me beat me it drove me mad How could I please you? I could never be a boy, I was born a man raised a man treated like nothing Could I ever act my age? You would come home from work drunk and slurred in speech Where did you go? I remember you taking off your belt it hurt so bad Did I deserve it? I was born damned to you your hate your pain How could you? I never had a father but a tormenter a demon Were you always this way? My life was noth

Abyss by morbid-robot, literature

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Abyss

Wasting away in the desert drying and dying, withering before the sun The clouds mock me as the soar away, leaving no shade for me to hide in A small tear trails down my cheek, eyes burning with the salty moisture sand clutched in my hand I'm in the dead abyss, nobody survives but nobody dies Torture and hell, winds without rain a tree with no fruit Must I drink my own tears? Wash in my blood? Dance in my pain? It doesn't matter. I walk on through the wasteland, searching for refuge only to find a mirage

Hunger by morbid-robot, literature

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Hunger

My hearts beats against its own will Pounding Echoing through my skull Your face it haunts me in the window of my sleep tearing me up inside This loneliness is too much to bare shredding my thoughts of life blood pouring through my eyes Will I see tomorrow? Can I save me from myself? It is too late for me My blade clashes against the floor As my limbs go numb Darkness clouds my face

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Stike At Midnight by morbid-robot, literature

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Stike At Midnight

He wallows in the shadows of a city bustling bright He is cold and his skin so pallid and pale Raven hair flowing in the wind His cloak dragged behind as he strolled down the alleyway moon immaculate Stars sang in his presence the mournful cries, how they pleaded "blood to be shed" The scent of life crossed his path which he followed till he found A youthful man so striking leaning against the building he crossed He turned towards the young man lips quivering with eagerness The adolescent man looked up stunned to see the dark shaded man He bent down towards the neck of the man so taken aback The man tried to flee,

Hunger by morbid-robot, literature

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Hunger

Abyss by morbid-robot, literature

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Abyss

Grow Up by morbid-robot, literature

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Grow Up

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Fallen Angel by jphnx22, literature

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Fallen Angel

Fallen Angel Crawling in my forlorn appearance I hide my soul behind these tattered wings Tattered and broken as they are Plucked of light, stained in tears and blood. In quiet despair upon the cold earth Smeared in dirt I crouch upon my weary knees And clutched timidly between my fingers Rests one last jewel of Hope. A single unblemished plume plucked From the silver light of dawn A feathered ray of light from beyond To illuminate the void that has me bound. This precious barb of silk Once lost as I was and forgotten Blazes now to immerse me in radiant bliss To wash away the pain, draw me from the abyss. So now I fade away…

Sung to Sleep by darkcrescendo, literature

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Sung to Sleep

A sliding melody, the relaxing resonance sings through my psyche as I sit in half-slumber - languid, serene. The violin's hymn sinks in, stirring soft thoughts of slender structure - Life's dénouement in strings manifest. A piano blessed with painful insight plays the tune of tragedy - ebon and ivory keys express an old emotion. Then a voice is raised in plaintive cry, projecting my thoughts in stained-glass soprano - reflecting my past. The orchestrated effort plays its soulful tune on this instrument - evoking classic chords strumming softly in the self. Its haunting harmony drifts downwards, carrying conscious th

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Hunger by morbid-robot, literature

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Hunger

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Crazy Panda Desktop by morbid-robot, visual art

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About morbid-robot

Artist // Literature

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Deviant for 20 years
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Current Residence: Bothell Washington
Favourite genre of music: Metal, rock, techno, trance
Favourite photographer: Shmoopie *hearts*
Operating System: My brain
Skin of choice: Human
Personal Quote: Knives are like huge blocks of cement...if you throw them at somebody, it hurts.

Favourite Movies

The Nightmare Before Christmas <3

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Trapt, Evanescence, Manson, Linken Park, Blink 182, DJ Sammy

Favourite Games

Zelda

Tools of the Trade

Rocks

Other Interests

Poetry/art, vampires, political messes

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Aug 22, 2004

Eternal Hiatus

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You know how most people experiance mid-life crises around 30? I am having it at 14. I have totally lost myself. I know it sounds corny and stupid, but that's how it is. I am sick of lying about my life. Here are some things I have lied about: Music: I don't like Korn, Slipknot, or Manson. I don't hate them, but I don't listen to them. Sorry for lying Amy, I know it is increadibly idiotic of me, but I wanted you to like me and I felt like I had to lie to do it. I like Avril Lavigne, and Yellowcard. Not metal. Just start hating me now. Growing up: I have grown up a goody goody. I played with barbies, watched disney, and done other things. I

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School

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School starts in....wait, let me get my calender.... ...it starts in 23 days, (not counting today), and my "vacation" has hardly begun. :(   Grr. And we have to do this stupid "break out" project. I don't know what I should do. I'll either do stuff on my cousin's heart surgery or something about...........animal testing. 0_o I need to get out more.

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Through Hell, and back again.

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This is the worst fucking summer EVER. :skull: OMG, I am so sorry shmoopie, I didn't get on DA sooner, but I never got the chance! :(  I have had to work all summer on our stupid house (which of course took forever) then I had to work on and go to a family reunion, and THEN, we had relatives over, and I couldn't go on the computer because they stayed in the guest room, which is where the computer is. GRRRRRR. I am so mad. I haven't been able to do anything. And guess what? School starts in less then a month. fuck. Shmoopie, please forgive me for not being online. ; ;

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Shmoopie

KITTY! youre back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!! I so happy! yay! hehehehehehehe

dont let the penguins eat you.. and alwasy remember the drugs are bad mmmkay? hehehehehehe look I kan do my abc's a.*.b.*... eh nevermind im done.. ok wellz theres a ton I need to tell you (the main thing is that I broke up with stan and am now going out with jamies (ex) boyfriend (joshy).. so im ono go eat rice off of him.. umm oops did I just type that out loud? I meant.. *with* him.. (him=Joshy fyi.. shmoopies at his house.. yay!) byeziez