i am neither young nor old
foolish or wise
alive or dead
i live an empty existence devoid of direction purpose or meaning
i am the living dead
i am an empty vessel wandering aimlessly in this world
i am as unthinking and unfeeling as the dead
i am poison and everything that i touch is forever tainted
only negative can be found from knowing this ghost
my brain has been baptized with psychotropical madness
my reasoning is twisted and my view of the world is twisted
my infected eyes see only darkness and chaos
i am numb and incapable of feeling compassion or empathy a sociopath
i roam thru the halls of the dead and the damned
hell is my final destination and i will burn for all eternity
until then i am a lost entity with no soul to be found
doomed to never experience life as it was intended to be
suffering and misery and torment are my friends
forevermore
taken from page 23 in the cryptic writings of the ghost in the journal of the dead
journal of the dead
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journal of the dead
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Re: journal of the dead
I woke up in the real world too... Next time i ll choose other pill and forget all
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Dwarf dislike mining - tarvos
Archer dislike crafting - matcauthon
Ogre dislike fishing - heimdall
Mage dislike magic - ogonbat
Member of Ignobili of Ft
Duke of dead clan FTFR
Re: journal of the dead
tonight i tried something new to test the waters
i walked into the forest in a straight path very slowly and counted 100 steps and did not look around or behind me
when i reached 100 steps i closed my eyes and counted to 200
when i had finished counting i opened my eyes and immediately turned around without observing my surroundings
i then proceeded to walk out of the forest without looking around or behind me
when i exited the forest i stopped and stood still and closed my eyes again and counted to 200
when i had finished counting i opened my eyes and did not look around or behind me and proceeded home
within the silence of this whole experience i discovered something about myself
taken from page 96 in the cryptic writings of the ghost in the journal of the dead
i walked into the forest in a straight path very slowly and counted 100 steps and did not look around or behind me
when i reached 100 steps i closed my eyes and counted to 200
when i had finished counting i opened my eyes and immediately turned around without observing my surroundings
i then proceeded to walk out of the forest without looking around or behind me
when i exited the forest i stopped and stood still and closed my eyes again and counted to 200
when i had finished counting i opened my eyes and did not look around or behind me and proceeded home
within the silence of this whole experience i discovered something about myself
taken from page 96 in the cryptic writings of the ghost in the journal of the dead
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reflection is both a blessing and a curse
on one hand it can allow one to learn and grow and also allow one to remember past events in the memories of their life
on the other hand it can remind one how flawed and broken that they are
when i look back on my life i see so much wreckage and victims and hurt pain and anguish
i do not question my existence or purpose here as i am a ghost and my doom is my own and well known to me but the thought of all of my wrongs overwhelms me
so much damage so much agony so much destruction
broken pieces of glass everywhere that crunches beneath my footsteps as a constant reminder of how much torture their has been and how hollow i am and how much pain i have caused to everyone who has ever had my life touch theirs
there is no soul here no redemption and no hope for any future save a very bleak dark cold and empty existence
i have walked far and the glass still crunches beneath my feet
at least i know that hell is a real place and one day i will burn for all of eternity in fire that is so beautiful and pure
i will finally know the torment of the damned
taken from page 1 in the cryptic writings of the ghost in the journal of the dead
on one hand it can allow one to learn and grow and also allow one to remember past events in the memories of their life
on the other hand it can remind one how flawed and broken that they are
when i look back on my life i see so much wreckage and victims and hurt pain and anguish
i do not question my existence or purpose here as i am a ghost and my doom is my own and well known to me but the thought of all of my wrongs overwhelms me
so much damage so much agony so much destruction
broken pieces of glass everywhere that crunches beneath my footsteps as a constant reminder of how much torture their has been and how hollow i am and how much pain i have caused to everyone who has ever had my life touch theirs
there is no soul here no redemption and no hope for any future save a very bleak dark cold and empty existence
i have walked far and the glass still crunches beneath my feet
at least i know that hell is a real place and one day i will burn for all of eternity in fire that is so beautiful and pure
i will finally know the torment of the damned
taken from page 1 in the cryptic writings of the ghost in the journal of the dead
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existence is punishment
to live every day is torment
i woke today and just layed there for an hour staring at the ceiling
to exhausted to get up and face the day
to weary to attempt to get up
they haunt me in my dreams
the ghosts of my past
with their sick twisted ghastly grins they dance with me while i sleep
will they never give me any peace
have i not suffered enough has my penance not been paid
as i rise and roam the lands i contemplate wat monsters i will see when i drift to sleep again
maybe ill be looking in the mirror
taken from page 2 in the cryptic writings of the ghost in the journal of the dead
to live every day is torment
i woke today and just layed there for an hour staring at the ceiling
to exhausted to get up and face the day
to weary to attempt to get up
they haunt me in my dreams
the ghosts of my past
with their sick twisted ghastly grins they dance with me while i sleep
will they never give me any peace
have i not suffered enough has my penance not been paid
as i rise and roam the lands i contemplate wat monsters i will see when i drift to sleep again
maybe ill be looking in the mirror
taken from page 2 in the cryptic writings of the ghost in the journal of the dead
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dance with the dead in my dreams
listen to their hollow screams
the dead have taken my soul
the dead have taken my soul
taken from page 3 in the cryptic writings of the ghost in the journal of the dead
listen to their hollow screams
the dead have taken my soul
the dead have taken my soul
taken from page 3 in the cryptic writings of the ghost in the journal of the dead
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