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I'm made of metals
Alloys and wire
Encased by soft jells
Brand new attire
I can become you
Look just the same
My lies befell true
Stealing your name
I'll never die, always to live on
I'll make you fry, you'll have to give up
I'll break you in, then you might just see
I'll slice with fins, you'll never stop me
I march the streets
Attack the weak
Rip off their sheets
Assault their meat
Well I'm made of metals
Iron and steel
Branded by Baal
You are my meal
I can get inside, find where to insert myself
I will override, reprogram this hurting shell
I can now see new colors, those of smells and sounds
I converted the failures into something so proud
Just to mate
All the rest
He is the terror in us
The maker of the rust
A slitter who can trust
That which we all must
The god in all our heads
The breaker of our beds
A faker who can love
The taker in the cove
A maker that destroys
He does it all for joy
He is the shiver down our spines
The shriveler of vines
A shiter who makes blinds
A liar for the crimes
And when you see his face
You will become erased
Nothing can be found
When you're in the ground
'Cause he placed you there
Second thoughts aren't here
He is the world's flames
He is with out our shames
A traveler of pains
A fucker that can't be slain
I wish to pleasure you
Please, allow me to
I am… broken
Please, I can
And make myself worth owning
I know I can
Allow me to prove
If I could not before
Then this is my punishment
My memory is… dysfunctional
But my body appears…
… Mostly intact
To operate normally
I will pleasure you
With Fears - For Avis
I don't know
Where to go
Or how to leave
Some how slow
Let it flow
Just to believe
You will see
You won't be
All of the
Here it lies
When it dies
No one cares
Yet it flies
To the skies
Past the light
Let it fight
For a right
To make it okay
No, you said,
It was dead
And nothing more
But my head
She did wed
Beliefs more adore
So your fists
Broke my wrists
Forced a betrayal
Of my worsts
Had them derailed
Won't let it stop
Ripped at the spot
A red ink jet
Sprayed out hot
Made me wet
That was when
I knew then
Dieing made glee
Shoving this pen
Into wolf's glen
The least for me
When Three EndDemolish my blameless adolescent
Shred his optimism into so many parts
Do without all of that dreadful scent
Slice open the chest and extract his heart
She is my tiny and exquisite one
Conceived from the fright and isolation
Judging she was finished merely for fun
How awfully brash is that opinion
Subsequently our missing queen returns
Sopped in sugar, hiding years of thrash
Washed it away with composed little burns
Now I perceive all that she lashed
In the offing of a guaranteed sound
As the sleek moments dribble off the ceiling
They drop through my stare and enter aloud
Into my mind, enchanting over grand feelings
One into Two, Me that is YouLet it flow, let it become nothing at all
Like a trillion tiny spheres composing a single ball
Then plunge the dyke into its path
The representation of your wrath
Who can hear your star reaching cry?
Despite all the swears, curses, and filth you try
It ripples and cracks the air of our minds
Slowly manipulating the time that binds
Stretched, shaken, stressed and then broken
Our minds lay in shatters across the vast open
Look neither left nor right, up or down
Because there is no where at all, all around
Then a single form comes into view
He tips across your new flow a strewed
Eyes to his nose, nose to his lips
Curving down his chin, to his neck, past his hips
You two are the same, in every and all ways
Nothing is different, not even the eye's lays
To know thy self is a rare thing indeed
But to find one's self, now that is a deed
Time to dieThe time has come
I can't wait any longer
My mind is ready
Ending your life is a must
Tormenting me is all you do
Observe as I kill you
Don't be afraid
It won't hurt much
Every life comes to an end after all
Eyeless JackHello, my name is Eyeless Jack. I believe I missed your name.
Oh, you don't want me to hurt you? Well, isn't that a shame.
You see dear, I'm a cannibal, and you'll be my next feast.
But don't worry, I won't eat all of you. Just your kidneys at the least.
I'll cut you open with my scalpel and expose the sumptuous organs.
If you're lucky, I'll only take one, and you might see the light of day again.
Hush now. Stop your crying. Screaming only makes it hurt more.
Continue like this and I promise you you'll be found dead on the floor.
But should you live, make sure that you remember the blue mask with no eyes,
For those who think they can forget are the morsels who always die.
The First Cut.A drop of blood works its way down,
my wrist like a tear drop.
Similar to when my father gave me both
the first time he came home drunk.
But I loved it.
Now, the blade tangos with the skin on my chest,
the two dancers becoming more intimate,
day by day, slowly moving into newer locations.
They leave behind their trail of work, but I am
their only audience.
But one day, he goes too far,
he pushes her too far and suddenly
They stop dancing.
He lets go.
The stage falls down and stops breathing.
HerobrineHerobrine, here, not to be confused with Steve.
If you're a hater of Minecraft, then you might as well just leave.
My white eyes will bore into you and pierce your very soul.
Crossing my path will lead you to a fate truly foul.
If you're a masochist I'll give you what you need.
I'll chop you up with my diamond sword so you're cut up and bleed.
I'll sneak in through your console if you dare to cross my path.
I'll whack you with my pickaxe until you beg for death.
Maybe I will kill you or make you my digital slave.
Maybe you should have known not to be so naive.
When you're found, your soulless body will be all that's left of you.
You're trapped in Minecraft now and we're not finished till I say we're through.
treasure seekerRule I.
what breathes and moves through the deep, belongs to the deep
you walk and darkness follows
bleeding like rain
of dusty shadows
from the highest ceilings
from their weeping slots
of bone and broken
you walk fast
and yet nothing else
moves in the dark
but that ghastly
of your hopeful
my treasure dreamer
everything is dead
deep under ground
even an echo
even a sigh
did you forget?
do not turn back, treasure seeker
do not turn around
my greedy soul
it's too late
far too late
there is a demon
with eyes like
pits of ember
and he won't let you go
how he laughs
like a fierce hellfire down down
in the deeps
through the underground
where nothing lives
not an echo
and he won't leave you alone
I Speak the LightI speak the Light
To write in gilded ink
Seraphs in my quill
The wings from page to page
They sing the words I write
The shadows turn to ash
Their wings melt away
Whisked into darkness
Pointed ears to horns
And silver locks to fire
These, my child,
Are the ones we smite.
Flight, robbed by rusted shears
I speak the Light
Masky and HoodieWhat up guys? I'm Masky. I work for Slenderman.
So does Hoodie. We're his proxies. Try to escape us if you can.
You may think we're just humans but we can still bring you loss.
Slender sickness isn't a trait that solely belongs to our boss.
We'll lead you into Slender's woods where you'll find all his pages.
Try and run while you can but you cannot escape us.
Just surrender to your fate cause there's no way to escape.
You can run but can't hide. No right choices can you make.
You see, if our boss doesn't kill you, we will.
You might as well just swallow your future like a pill.
Either way you look at this, we know you're gonna die.
Wandering into Slender's words means you'll never make it out alive.
Spray lights intersperse chilled health
The skin of us is rejuvenating
Our wrinkles smooth…soothed
Yes, this is eternal youth
Yes, we are forever young
No, it was not legend
No, there was a science
The key to immortality is death by rebirth
Desiccate your old body by draining its fluids
Use those juices to form an a-sexual litter
Keep them suspended inside cramp tubes
They make fine trophies
They make unmoving pets
They sometimes itch
They sometimes twitch
We dissipated our youth away by creating them
Yet I know how to gain it back
Pour our prizes into the grinder
Let them awake to a sudden meat making
Bathe in their shining solution again
Bathe my darling
in the cold radiance
Bathe my beautiful
in the sleek bedlam
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