NightmareOfTheDark

Sometimes I wish I were a tiny fairy. A small sprite, floating freely through the vast world, stopped and stoppable by no one else but myself. Seen by no one other than myself. Maybe I would live my life as a human quite normally, and then one day I'd simply wake up and no longer be in that state, not by my own free will. Maybe my friends and family would miss me, maybe they would have no recollection of me at all. Maybe I'd wonder whether everything that I was experiencing is but a dream, or perhaps my human life had been the dream, and now I'm woken up from that everlasting dream... by the Sun's rays falling on my face. Lying under a pop

I swear, if right at this moment you took a razorblade and sliced deep into my skin, you wouldn't see blood, tissue or bone. All you could see would be a putrid black mass, rotten and dead. Dead, with no trace that life ever existed. And I doubt I would even feel it, my skin's gone cold by this point as well, my veins and arteries seem to have completely lost their purpose, my nerves are dysfunctional, not bringing the slightest hint of any feeling to my brain. You could do whatever you wanted, you could hit me, I wouldn't feel it; you could scream at me loud enough to blur out your own thoughts, it would fall on deaf ears, you could hug and

Anonymous looked at his crushed kingdom of /b/ with remorse. Nothing was the way it used to be. Spam floods, DDoS attacks, and the worst of all- newfags- corrupted /b/ to the core. Anontalk had a massive war on /b/, and that made it even worse. Old memes died rapidly- for days there was not a single "imma chargin", EFG, za warudo, anything that would remind us of the old days, when /b/ still sucked, but it was ours- and nothing and no one, or so we thought, would ever take it away. Even Caturday, our most important holiday, was forgotten. -Bye, bye, to the Niggertits site, where I'd linger with a finger always over F5...- sang Anonymous quie

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee I close my eyes, plug my ears, roll around in my bed, try not to notice the annoying sound. What has happened to silence? Where has it gone? I concentrate on the quiet ticking of the clock, but the sound doesn't fade. I sigh and try to float away in my thoughts, to a happy, silent place. It doesn't shut up. I only wish it would SHUT UP. Nothing else. It's laughing at my despair. eeeeeeeeeeEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeee Every now and then, my ears explode with that silent screaming. It's not just that ordinary buzzing sound you get after loud music. No. Something is wrong. Something is definitel

Oh God, why did he choose me? What did I do wrong? I prayed everyday, and had faith! You said you'd save me! You said you'd always be with me! Why did you let this happen? I can't hear your voice anymore, God. Everything I can hear is this annoying ringing. I can't sleep... I can feel his presence. Why won't you protect me from him, God? I was always a good girl, I went to church every Sunday And I was good in school, And I helped others, And I listened to mommy! He whispers to me in my dreams. He says if I worship him, I'd go to heaven. I don't want to, you said I should worship you, God! My eyes sting all the time I feel

The beautiful, stinging pain as he rips out your eyes, the windows to your soul, is something that can only be felt by the ones that worship him. Running away is impossible. Oh my God... why? He waits behind the wall. Can you feel it? The horror, the urge to get up and run away as far as possible, to never look back on your history, your home, your memories? To forget everything? You never want to see ZALGO... let him rip out your eyes. Fall to your knees and let yourself be lost in darkness and insanity... to hide is impossible. There is nothing I can do? His six mouths speak in different tongues, and the seventh one shall sing the song