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With A Hint Of Musk
Just as Jacobs cold unsteady hand reached for the thin golden layered door handle his hands began to violently shake. The anticipation was killing him. His mind racing, breaths becoming slowly more uneven as time went by. Did he really have to do this? Couldn't he just go back to his cozy home, back to his mother. Oh, how he missed his mother. He could still see how her smile never failed to brightened up the hole room and how on cold days when he came back from school he would see her standing in the kitchen as the warm sent of freshly baked bread with a thin layer of honey on top infiltrated his senses and the warm air of the fireplace kindly wrapped around him like a thick fuzzy blanked. The sudden flow of cold air brought him back to his senses. He slowly pulled the golden door handle down with a trembling but steady hand. The waves of anxiety almost completely drowning him. Shaken by the sudden thoughts of what was on the other side, he took a moment to calm down and inspected the
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RIP Daniel Kyre - Life is unfair
There are certain people in our lives
Who we don't even realize
Mean so much to us
And as soon as they're gone
We realize we were wrong
We cry every night
Hoping that they might
Come back
But they're gone forever
Their voices will never
Be heard again
We hope that they are listening
As we are slowly whispering
Our prayers
We try to forget
That they have truly left
We pretend we're alright
But on the inside
We're fighting our tears
We hope you know that
We really want you back
Because we never knew
You'd be gone so soon
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This was dedicated to Daniel Kyre, One of the members of Cyndago, who commited suicide.
The reason for his death is from a failed suicide attempt on the day everyone stopped recording. It left him with irreversible brain damage, and he was in a coma. His family decided to take him off life support on the 18th of September to end his suffering. Cyndago will no longer be uploading videos on YouTube, their work is done.
Please, if you ever suf
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Literature
Temptress
I fell asleep
and she came for me
out of the darkness
into my dream like
a temptress from hell
climbing on top of me.
I wanted to cry when
I looked into her fiery eyes
because I knew it was
my time to die.
I felt her jagged fingernails
tearing the flesh from my chest
then move down into my heart
slowly ripping it apart.
I tried to scream,
but I was catatonic
in my dream.
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Literature
What makes a monster?
What makes a monster I dare not say.
For it may scare you away.
Is it made in the imagination of a little girl?
Or is it made somewhere that would make you hurl.
It's made here by you and me.
With insults and pain can't you see!
Everyone is born happy, full of heart.
But what happens when it's torn apart?
They turn into a monster full of hate.
Go run for it is to late!
I am a monster but don't feel bad.
For you are the one who made me aren't you glad?
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Darkness
I Open My Eyes,
All I See Is Darkness.
Not That I Expected Something Else,
The Light Is Already Out In My Eyes,
All I See Is Darkness.
Not That I Care.
It's Better This Way,
No More Crying,
No More Hiding,
No More Hope For A Miracle,
No More Hoping That Someone Will Care,
No More Praying To Be Saved.
Yes,I Like The Darkness.
And I Close My Eyes Again
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Literature
Withered Rose
Dew-drops glimmer,
off blood-red roses,
As their petals die,
and our hope,
closes.
They slowly droop,
heads bowed in shame,
As the colour seeps out,
a dying,
flame.
Their stalks they fold,
the thorns grow weak,
they day is grey,
washed-out and,
bleak.
The sky above,
is full of hate,
roiling and angry,
the storms don't
wait.
Our love is now,
a dying flame,
As we wither,
never,
to be,
fixed
again.
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Literature
Keep breathing
Happiness isn't something to lose, it's something to fight for.
Crying, doesn't make you weak.
Your emotions matter.
Every milisecond of your pain is worth something. It's DOING something.
Making mistakes is natural, everyone does it.
The trick is that everytime you fall.
You have to stand taller.
So don't give up. Keep breathing.
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Literature
You Lied
You said you were my friend  
    My buddy till the end
          But you Lied
You said no secrets were allowed
 Everything would be as it were
            But you Lied
You said " if we ever get separated,
      whistle. I'll come running"
           But you Lied
I sometimes hear you calling my name
  I've searched all around. But you're
         nowhere to be found.
               Still you Lied
   And now you lay six feet under
       And keep me wondering
                    Why?
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Literature
Assault On Purity
Snow, smothering the ground
Open and vast,
How long will pure last?
Its beauty,
Flawless Like its past.
No marks,
Nothing is disturbed.
Till the day,
She walked a different way.
Drop. Drop.
The blood begins to pour.
Drop, drop.
Now faster than before
The field wishes to be pure
The blood now staining
Ruining what was once pure
The field is red
She begins to melt away
Day by day
So much depression
So much pain
Day by day
Her purity is lost
Now all that remains
A pool of disgust
A pool of  impure
Her purity was reaped
It was that day...
She would never be the same.
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Literature
embrace it
We all need to look into the dark side of our nature..
that is where the passion is..the energy..
It is part of who we are...do not fear it ..embrace it
become whole....
we are both darkness and light.....
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Literature
Follow Me
Follow Me
unto the deep
Come Sacrifice the damned with me
Rape the dead
To pillage the living
Do you even care about your own being
I'll tear you apart and
Murder thee with a serpents kiss
Gods not a coward
He's just dead
Tourment the children who know despicable lies
The Lost echoes of a thousand lives
Follow me into the grave
I learned from Azazel to worship there dying cries
Come out of hiding you know whats at steak
It's time to be punished
Claiming we're equals was your last mistake
Now follow me into the deep
Come sacrifice the damned with me
Rape the dead to pillage the living
I only ask so we may continue killing
Fresh blood on new sheets
You should know
The only thing in life that's concrete
Is your dying breathe
So breathe while you can
I assure you one day it'll end
But everything casts a shadow my friend
It'll be there even at the very end
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Literature
I am from Hell
I am from blood
From knives and rope
I am from the dark hallways
The musty basement
I am from the nightshade flower
The weeping willow
Whose long gone limbs I remember
As if they were my own.
I’m from Halloween and family and black mass
From Usha and Twilla
I’m from rituals and death
And from cutting
I’m from ‘go ahead’ and ‘No that’s too nice'
And Sinni mana
I’m from chanting
I’m from heaven and hell
Blood and souls
From when Usha disappeared
My twin sister Usha
Dark and horrible
Where my heart should be
Because I am empty
Empty and alone
A demon
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Literature
weak
They look at me and see,
see a "scared" "weak" little girl.
Well, Guess what?
Keep Pushing me.
This little "scared" ''weak'' little girl,
will become your worst nightmare.
Keep pushing.
I wont be this "scared" "Weak" little girl.
You will.
I'm NOT one to fight.
Really! I'm not.
BUT keep pushing.
DO IT!
I want you to.
Come on.
Push me.
Push me just ONE more time.
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Literature
Dark
The darkness guides me though pain, the light just emphasizes it.
The cuts and blood aren't to be seen but felt and the shattered glass from the jar of hearts is to be picked up, not dismissed.
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Just as Jacobs cold unsteady hand reached for the thin golden layered door handle his hands began to violently shake. The anticipation was killing him. His mind racing, breaths becoming slowly more uneven as time went by. Did he really have to do this? Couldn't he just go back to his cozy home, back to his mother. Oh, how he missed his mother. He could still see how her smile never failed to brightened up the hole room and how on cold days when he came back from school he would see her standing in the kitchen as the warm sent of freshly baked bread with a thin layer of honey on top infiltrated his senses and the warm air of the fireplace kindly wrapped around him like a thick fuzzy blanked. The sudden flow of cold air brought him back to his senses. He slowly pulled the golden door handle down with a trembling but steady hand. The waves of anxiety almost completely drowning him. Shaken by the sudden thoughts of what was on the other side, he took a moment to calm down and inspected the door. It was one of these old doors that rarely ever have been used, almost everything in this house looked like it could fall apart at any given moment, this door was no exception. As expected, it made a loud squeaking noise as it slowly revealed what was beyond its large frame. Inside was a large old wooden room. In the middle was a large oak wooden desk with a green old lamp. Behind it was a single brown leathered chair. The huge painting of an old bearded man on the wall opposite of the door made Jacob feel like he was in a court room with thousands of people judging him for a crime he didn't commit. Slightly to the right and left hung another pair of paintings. The left one was a beautiful landscape of an heavy aired forest which made a shiver crawl down his spine. To the right was an old lady. She looked a lot like the bearded man in the middle, the only difference was that she emitted a calm, motherly atmosphere. Jacob could almost feel the waves of anxiety roll of him as he, for a few moments, seemed to forget the task that was up ahead.
With A Hint Of Musk
Hello everynyan, this is a story I made a while ago.. I hope you all like it <3
Please let me know if something is wrong or seems off I'd love some feedback so I can improve my writing :3
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What did you like about "Lost One"?
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Thanks for the fave :D
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Thank you for favorite -雪
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Thanks so much for faving "Fantasy Pond"!!!
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Thanks for the watch ;)
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thank you for the watch <3
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Thanks a lot for the watch! I really appreciate it~!^^
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