Wind flows through the neon green forest of eternity
The black skies dance through every opening, inky darkness draping infinity, slowly-glowing white lights leading the way to absolute nothing.
Feeling the earth disapate beneath you and become the air is a somewhat disconcerting feeling. Much like the oceans becoming the sky and the skies becoming eternal night. Glass house whispers scream through the air, a thousand miles a minute. A million voices speaking the wisdom of forever, yet saying nothing at all.
Tonight is the beginning of forever and the end of eternity. The skies will fall, the blood shall dry and the ancient will become you
Breathe Like the Ocean by morbidsouldotcom, literature
Literature
Breathe Like the Ocean
The clouds move across the sky
Like time slipping through my hands
The moonlight aura only worsening the realization
Of just how small and meaningless it all is
Close my eyes, fly across the oceans
Feel the wind, flowing through my veins
Set me free from all of this
Like a little girl with a balloon
I love you, but let me go, before I fade away
The night sky whispers to me, calling me to run away
Leave everything behind, live the beautiful life
Echoes of eternity breathe on my neck
And I scream so hard that the stars burn out
Drift away, drift away
Feeling nothing, but everything
Falling through time, falling through space
Sha
Transmission-Soulless Machine by morbidsouldotcom, literature
Literature
Transmission-Soulless Machine
I am not the same, give me something
Make me feel something, instead of nothing
These pains, mentally, medically, slowly killing me
I will rise above this, even if it is the end of me
Mourn the death of flesh, the loss of soul
Embrace the rise of these wires running cold
Feed the machine inside, circuits seething with life
Or that's what they want to call it, I call it empty
We are the fallen, the broken, the beaten
We are the ones who cannot ignore the lies
Sever the ties with the living, we will become
The space between life and death
And with everything I have, I give my last breath
Kill me, dissect me, rebuild me, give me a s
My breath stopped today
As I looked in your eyes
I'll never understand what you see
When you look back at me
The world for me
Is a harsh ultraviolent, bleeding
Halfway between sleep and waking
That's where you'll find me
Always
Everything is behind glass
Just out of my reach
God lives underwater
And I can't swim
Never wanting
Always needing
Never living
Always breathing
Always
I can never begin to see
The world the way everyone else does
But maybe that's okay
Because maybe you see everything
The same as me
Never want you to leave
I'd kill you to keep you from leaving
But maybe that's okay
Because maybe you'd do the s
The cycle's never ending,
Burn myself, but I never learn
Over and over, just past my line of conciousness
I destroy everything
Everyone goes away, in the end
Neverender
In my eyes, I'm decending
Stand up, grow up, fall down, break down
Everytime I think I see the light at the end of the tunnel,
It's just a train coming straight towards me
Everytime I think I see the sun shining
It's just the burning stares on my back
Neverender
Realize now that I'm not good enough
Wake up, fuck up, shut up
If you take your medicine, you'll be better
If I take my medicine, I'll be better
If I take my medicine, will I be better?
Better than wh
Diary of the Vampire Adian, II by morbidsouldotcom, literature
Literature
Diary of the Vampire Adian, II
Awakening several hours later, my candles long extinguished, I suddenly recalled the town fair which I wished to attend. Rising from my bed, I dressed myself quickly and went to Alucard's chamber to inquire, one last time, that he attend the Carnivale. His room, however, was empty - his bed neatly made, as usual with no sign of him.
Quietly closing the door behind me, I traveled downstairs. After a quick scan of the area, I called my master's name, with no results. I concluded that he must have decided to visit the fair after all. Having established this and not wanting to keep him waiting, I hurriedly grabbed my knapsack and headed to t
The Musician + The Little Girl by morbidsouldotcom, literature
Literature
The Musician + The Little Girl
Three people.
The first is The Musician, 25 years old. World-famous with top-of-the-charts hard rock songs and he is about to die from a heroin over dose. Somehow he feels he's done this all before.
The second is The Nameless, age unknown. A drug fiend and friend of the musician. He is currently fucked up on cocktail of various hallucinogens.
The third is The Little Girl. Her parents are friends with the drug dealer, so she usually hangs out with some of the more notable names that come in here.
The musician feels himself overdose the second it happens; knows that it's all over, knows he's about to die and tries desparately not
Wind flows through the neon green forest of eternity
The black skies dance through every opening, inky darkness draping infinity, slowly-glowing white lights leading the way to absolute nothing.
Feeling the earth disapate beneath you and become the air is a somewhat disconcerting feeling. Much like the oceans becoming the sky and the skies becoming eternal night. Glass house whispers scream through the air, a thousand miles a minute. A million voices speaking the wisdom of forever, yet saying nothing at all.
Tonight is the beginning of forever and the end of eternity. The skies will fall, the blood shall dry and the ancient will become you
Breathe Like the Ocean by morbidsouldotcom, literature
Literature
Breathe Like the Ocean
The clouds move across the sky
Like time slipping through my hands
The moonlight aura only worsening the realization
Of just how small and meaningless it all is
Close my eyes, fly across the oceans
Feel the wind, flowing through my veins
Set me free from all of this
Like a little girl with a balloon
I love you, but let me go, before I fade away
The night sky whispers to me, calling me to run away
Leave everything behind, live the beautiful life
Echoes of eternity breathe on my neck
And I scream so hard that the stars burn out
Drift away, drift away
Feeling nothing, but everything
Falling through time, falling through space
Sha
Transmission-Soulless Machine by morbidsouldotcom, literature
Literature
Transmission-Soulless Machine
I am not the same, give me something
Make me feel something, instead of nothing
These pains, mentally, medically, slowly killing me
I will rise above this, even if it is the end of me
Mourn the death of flesh, the loss of soul
Embrace the rise of these wires running cold
Feed the machine inside, circuits seething with life
Or that's what they want to call it, I call it empty
We are the fallen, the broken, the beaten
We are the ones who cannot ignore the lies
Sever the ties with the living, we will become
The space between life and death
And with everything I have, I give my last breath
Kill me, dissect me, rebuild me, give me a s
My breath stopped today
As I looked in your eyes
I'll never understand what you see
When you look back at me
The world for me
Is a harsh ultraviolent, bleeding
Halfway between sleep and waking
That's where you'll find me
Always
Everything is behind glass
Just out of my reach
God lives underwater
And I can't swim
Never wanting
Always needing
Never living
Always breathing
Always
I can never begin to see
The world the way everyone else does
But maybe that's okay
Because maybe you see everything
The same as me
Never want you to leave
I'd kill you to keep you from leaving
But maybe that's okay
Because maybe you'd do the s
The cycle's never ending,
Burn myself, but I never learn
Over and over, just past my line of conciousness
I destroy everything
Everyone goes away, in the end
Neverender
In my eyes, I'm decending
Stand up, grow up, fall down, break down
Everytime I think I see the light at the end of the tunnel,
It's just a train coming straight towards me
Everytime I think I see the sun shining
It's just the burning stares on my back
Neverender
Realize now that I'm not good enough
Wake up, fuck up, shut up
If you take your medicine, you'll be better
If I take my medicine, I'll be better
If I take my medicine, will I be better?
Better than wh
Diary of the Vampire Adian, II by morbidsouldotcom, literature
Literature
Diary of the Vampire Adian, II
Awakening several hours later, my candles long extinguished, I suddenly recalled the town fair which I wished to attend. Rising from my bed, I dressed myself quickly and went to Alucard's chamber to inquire, one last time, that he attend the Carnivale. His room, however, was empty - his bed neatly made, as usual with no sign of him.
Quietly closing the door behind me, I traveled downstairs. After a quick scan of the area, I called my master's name, with no results. I concluded that he must have decided to visit the fair after all. Having established this and not wanting to keep him waiting, I hurriedly grabbed my knapsack and headed to t
I stood on shaky legs gaze locked on the sky, well more specifically, the thing in it. A majestic ship lazily drifted over the tree tops, close enough I could barely see the crew fiddling with the mast. To say I was amazed would be an understatement, for, words could never explain this feeling coursing though me. How was it possible that so many changes could take place in the short period of 13 years? It is unbelievable what our species could do when we put our mind to it! Then again, Im walking proof of that arent I?
I jumped slightly as I felt small jolts tickle my ankle. I should be used to it, but it is something you can
Transmission-Soulless Machine by morbidsouldotcom, literature
Literature
Transmission-Soulless Machine
I am not the same, give me something
Make me feel something, instead of nothing
These pains, mentally, medically, slowly killing me
I will rise above this, even if it is the end of me
Mourn the death of flesh, the loss of soul
Embrace the rise of these wires running cold
Feed the machine inside, circuits seething with life
Or that's what they want to call it, I call it empty
We are the fallen, the broken, the beaten
We are the ones who cannot ignore the lies
Sever the ties with the living, we will become
The space between life and death
And with everything I have, I give my last breath
Kill me, dissect me, rebuild me, give me a s
So Morbidsoul.com is dead. Just so the 2 people that actually looked at it know, lol. I'm slowly working on new ideas for a site or some such thing, but right now nothing sounds good enough to actually do.
Other than that, going to try working on some new art in the next week or so. Always busy or tired when I'm not busy. Until then, adieu.
-M3rcury Morbid
My site is finally back up and better (I hope?) than ever. Upload your art, poetry, photos, music, whatever. Create a profile, meet some other cool people!
Check it out: www.morbidsoul.com
Alright bitches, here's what's been up since we last had a lil chataroonie. So old girlfriend is gone. Old job gone. Old me is gone.
Now comes a new era of.. AWESOMEFUCKINGSAUCE!!!!!!
*ahem* As I was saying, things just didn't work out with my old girlfriend and now I'm with a new girl, who just so happens to be goddamn amazing. She was there, waiting for me all along for years, I just never realized it. I love her so fucking much, she's inspired me to start... just... living again.