Those Who Are Haunted By The Night by TMS
They fuckt with me
If only I could go back to the past
And murder them in infinite multiple realities.
But I was caught in the biggest fuck up
Fuckt up reality.
Feeling like I could rip open my skull
And expose my decomposing mentality
Making me want to puke
As a youngin.
I paused,
And felt it coming.
But wait.
It was a false alarm.
So I grabbed the blade and
Told myself to remain calm.
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UNTITLED MADNESS PART II
bloody Mary
Fuck it all!
Of a sudden, my wrists were FUCKEN BLEEDING!
Giving me a head rush
Cos this world was not succeeding.
I live and die by my rules,
Don’t give a fuck !were their heading.
I felt myself start slipping,
Into the bizarre
So I started licking the floor to get the blood
Back into the system,
To prolong the stage before death
Were you receive the divine wisdom,
Which is the final poison.
FUCK IT! Life’s the ultimate poison.
Killing me in a pool of blood,
Filled with the weird,
To go down I have always desired.
Fuck this world I’m tired of working for it.
I want to be fired before I kill you all!
Bloody Mary!
I got up and dusted myself off
With a machete.
Cleared the tears,
FUCK IT.
Apocalypse now and I
Was ready.
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UNTITLED MADNESS PART III
The apocalypse came,
And I beheld it
A terrifying sight
Of anarchy and beauty
Acted out on the urban streets,
To fast heart beats.
And as I was about to approach my final destination
To machete mutilation
I slipped on the pool of my blood
And cracked my skull
Felt the sting of a broken mind,
But started to laugh as I watched
My sickened thoughts slither
Into the ether.
I felt the peace and respite of death,
Closed my eyes and entered into the
Eternal rest.
Good luck to whomever they bother,
And at that moment I kissed death.
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UNTITLED MADNESS PART IV
My blood is going on exile
Through physically inflicted doors of flesh,
The air no longer dares venture into my lungs
My body no longer responds and starts sleeping
My mind is awake,
But starts dreaming…
In the dream, I see existence for what it is,
Was, and will be.
But before I could comprehend in this divine moment
I wake up.
In bed and realize the phone is ringing,
I pick up.
And a smooth seductive voice asks me if I want
To die.
I answer.
Maybe I do, maybe I don’t.
And in less than a split second my
Body flashes from the blood to the bed,
And the voice says so do you?
I ask who this is, and the voice says fate.
I hang up.
Go to the bathroom
And slit my throat and body,
I start to suffocate
I lose all feeling
But my mind stays awake
And it starts dreaming…
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YOUTH
Washed out orange sky
Rollercoaster Screams
Ferris wheels
Couples happy
Cotton candy,
Toffee apple munching
Ice cream dripping in the hand
Baby laughing going around
The merry go round
End
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ABOUT
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Those Who Are Haunted By The Night, the title poem was inspired by an experience I had. It was early morning, around 5, I was in transit in the inner city, and on the sidewalk, that I was walking on, up against the shop doors, I saw figures. I looked closely, and saw that it was people, sleeping on the sidewalk, wrapped up in dirt black blankets. It wasn’t the first time that I saw homeless people, awake or sleeping, but the way they slept lined up like dead bodies. It was summer but no matter the season, there is always that pre dawn chill, that coldness that reaches down to the bone.
Here is a little something from a short story titled Resurrections
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RESURRECTIONS
The process of reinstalling ones soul into their body after they are deceased.
The problem with resurrection, especially when done by amateurs and experts alike is that you tend to end up with very horrible results.
What most people fail to realize is that what we see feel and touch is but a speck of what is happening at this point in space, all the multi-dimensions of heaven and hell are here combined.
So when the last words of the Chandra are said and the blood of man is poured, a beam of powerful light, lights up in the metaphysical dimensions and with the help of the guides items that were significant to that person, and being in the house of the deceased or place of death, the soul of the deceased should easily be able to be recaptured back into the body, sounds simple doesn’t it?
But the problem comes in with the fact that firstly we don’t know what other souls occupy the resurrection venue, even with a priest on call praying to release disturbed souls and other unmentionables horrible things, powerful things have come back. Luckily, in weaker states due to the process or more people would have been killed.
A resurrecting body is like a shinning black hole bulb in all the heavens and hells, sometimes the wrong souls stumble or get sucked in and sometime a piece of the darkness jumps in.
Best option
Chain your resurrected body down, double fortify your sacred circle have a priest or holy man on hand to bless the venue and finally have some serious sacred weaponry on hand. Stakes, holy water, garlic, holy swords, crucifixes, silver bullets and the likes.
And most importantly,
Never ever, try a resurrection if you aren’t ready to deal with the darkness.
Extracts from The dictations of Professor Owen Harrison, who subsequently committed suicide, and promised that he would return through resurrection.
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