tales from a dark mind

hello this is going to be a place that I post some of my storys and peoms I would love if you commented on them, and yes I know that they need to be edited

When I When I wake up I think of you and want to hug you When I go to sleep I think of you and want to kiss you goodnight When I eat breakfast I wish I could see your smile to brighten my day When I eat denier I wish it was by candle light with you When I am sad I wish I could hear you laugh lighten my mood When I sit on the couch and watch TV I wish you where curled up next to me All so that I can say I love you

The ABC’s of high school A is for attitude something you will need B is for that annoying bright kid in the class C is for clicks you have to find the right one or you will be on the bad side of a rumor D is for all the drama you will have to deal with E is for exasperating days of work F is for failing to fit in and failing that big test G is for girlfriend something you’ll never get because they all want to date the guy from twilight H is for hazardous to your health food I is for the idiots on the sports teams who think there better than everyone else J is for judgmental pears K is for klutz and other names you will be called L is for the lazy partners that make you do all the work M is for the mean and malicious attitudes that will be directed at you N is for the “naughty things” that all the “cool kids” are doing

O is for outcast which is what you’ll be if you think for you self P is for all the big and important parties you will never be invited to Q is for questionable “friends” that talk about you behind your back R is for unreasonable teachers and projects with outrages due dates S is for all the stress you will have and the mental melt downs that fallow U is for how unappreciated you will feel V is for all the violent beatings you will take from the sports teams W is for all the work they will make you do so they don’t steal your home work X is for x number of drugs you will have to take to deal with it all legal and other wise Y is for how much people will yell at you making you feel like crap Z is for the zipping sound the straitjacket will make

At the end of the day Through all the days And all the nights I suffer many strives I endure for I must These miseries So why am I alone I wake in the day I and never sleep in the night While I say I hate others And claim I see the beauty in darker things In death and destruction Chaos, disarray, and anarchy While I say there is no god, no justice, nothing good I blame society and those who chose to follow it I go home and prepare for the next day Though I must say That even though my next day looks to be the same That all I truly want at the end of the day Is for someone to hold me and say “It will all be okay.”

ok story time! enjoy The Red Reaper prologue The clods outside darkened. The sky was stolen by omens darkness that crept over the facility. As the lightning struck the ground, abusing it scorching the earth. That was the call, the terrifying realization, like shattering glass and chiming bells all as if to announce that the riper was coming, and his scythe at our throats. The rain, was like blood falling from the sky as the creeping darkness over took it. While the storm of our death raged on outside, things where no better in the would be fort of safety. Honestly it is amazing what one man can do when he has lost all that he is. When his mind is shattered and his soul battered, and his sanity stolen. All is lost when a man says, “sanity was boring, so I thought I would give insanity a try!” I remember the screams when the mad man freed himself. The shrieks of terror as all life left them and their souls ripped out, the gasps of are when a consciousness is extinguished.

When we ran through the court yard the others said not to look…but I did, and for that I paid greatly. I saw the twisted, mangled and mutilated corpses all around. My mentor and teacher was one his jaw hung on by threads, his teeth shattered, his head split in two, the scalp cracked and brain exposed to the damp, disgusting air that smelled of his own entrails. I saw others, coworkers with broken bones protruding through the skin as if the where trying to escape. The guards had been shot with their own guns, the blood painted tails of anger and delight on the walls. Spleens, livers and lungs all around in an obscene, organized pattern. Torsos where gone the ribs cried from the feel of being exposed to the air. The blank eyes almost falling out of what was left of the face as the sockets and cheeks now formed trenches the front of the front of the skulls peering out and their spines and vertebrae extruding out to escape the horror. As we ran though the court yard I could feel the blade known as fear press up agents my entire being. The man leading me stopped and I bummed into him. I could feel his heart skip a beat almost as if it was being clenched. “run!”

He said his words barley left his trembling lips as if they them selves where terrified. I chanced a glance up ahead as the cold boney hand of panic griped me by the throat. Their he stood the man who had been sealed away in the deepest parts of the sane asylum. A man with blood on every part of him as if he was panted by the brush of death. The blood dripped from his finger tips, bone fragments stuck to his cloths and face almost making a mask, bits and paces of intestines, heart, lung, muscle and gray mater wrapped around his lags, feet and shirt sleeves. Pealing as if his skin where rotting away. He smiled like a wolf with a human arm in its mouth. He sank low to the ground and sprinted at the others he closed the distains and tore through a mans skull with his claw like hands, creating an explosion of bone, flesh, blood and brain. The girl next to me screamed as he brought down his foot on her head like an axe, cleaving a clean cut into her head. The man that had been leading me yelled and grabbed a pipe from a corpse on the ground, pulling it out like the sword in the stone. He ran at the man and swung his desperation at him, the bloody man simply ducked grabbed his arm rip, tare, gash, he took off the mans arm with a grotesque symphony of separating flesh. He then took the pipe and swung it into the screaming mans stomach. It had such force that you could hear the swing and the impact. Their was no thud but, a gash instead. In the hands of the mad man it was like a scythe.

He let the pipe go and laughed as his pry fell and became a lifeless corpse. As his eyes, the eyes of death, of chaos, of despair set on me he stopped his infernal laughter and slowly walked towards me. I could not run for the daggers of fear panic and despair had priced my lags making them useless. He reached out with one hand an put it on my face. At this point their was no running, no living only death. Yes death at the hands of the read reaper I felt his hand clench and I could only see his red hand, then I heard a crack.