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Jindomess Jul 2015
Welcome to my humble abode
My story is often retold
People come all around to hear of my scarring
But only the brave and Daring
Would go out of their way to find me,
But only in death will you truly know
What you can't see
And here is the gift I will bestow,
You have always been alone
Only in death will you really atone

Yet through all the efforts
You still try to prevail
Searching for friends and loves
In death you will find the doves
You are always going to fail
Don't even try to give me retorts

Even when you do find friends
They Will always be there
But, even then
Who really knows when they really care?

Although, some are better
You can rely on your bettor
There will be people who love you
And even care for you too
Jindomess Jul 2015
You hear it
Outside your room,
Almost like a whisper.
You lean closer
Knowing no one else is home.

All night
Things have been
Out of place:
Moved, scattered, tampered
Destroyed.
You keep looking
Over your shoulder.
Is someone there?
You ask yourself.
But only darkness
Awaits your gaze
Until now...

A figure, almost golden
Yet, you know you are alone
Only the stranger outside your room.
Again, you lean closer,
The breathing now a faint whisper:
"Reactivated"
The voice says
As you turn on your flashlight.
Shia surprise
He lunges towards you.
Slamming the door,
You are now safe
From Shia Labeouf
I wrote this after being inspired by Krešimir Kocijan's comment on Markiplier's "THEY'RE RIGHT BEHIND YOU... | Five Nights at Freddy's 4 - Part 2" video.
P.S. Thanks to Kagami for proof reading it
Jindomess Jun 2015
A sea of flames surrounds you
As it get engulfs you
By colors of
Red, blue, and yellow
Burning
First like a flame from a lighter
It grows
Eating at the flesh
What was once pale
Now glows a bright red
Or decaying black
Ashes fly
Now so loose from the heat
It peels of in chunks
Showing the meat and bone beneath

A faint whisper
Off in the distance
You hear as you draw your last breath
Of the boiling air around you

Laughter....
ha... Haha...
Jindomess Mar 2014
Another body being brought to the morgue
Nobody can find a cause for death
Medics are out of breath
Taking the bodies out one by one
What they don't know is the killing has only just begun
I am here watching all of this
Feeling a sensation of of bliss
Watching this happen through the crowd
I am feeling pretty proud
I'll see you next time
When I commit my next crime
Jindomess Apr 2016
What does it take to smile and say
Everything is okay?
I've learned it's easier
To hide and fade into darkness
And be reminded that "this is hopeless"
Than to fight

There is more fear hidden within us
Then there is within us wanting to fight
All that we have inside us will still
Push our happiness into a frown

I have fought to get to where I am
Yet every time I get myself out,
I am pushed back again
I fight and push to get up out of the darkness
Just to go back to where I began
Jindomess Jan 2014
Death's scythe
It's much more then just a kitchen knife
It can take your soul
And take your life as a whole
When you hear death's bell
Only time will tell
Jindomess Apr 2014
I'll cut your eyes out
And feed them to trout
I'll slit your throat
And throw the body in a moat
Go ahead try to flee
Stay the **** away form me
WOAH DAT'S A BAD WORD
Jindomess Dec 2013
It's your time
You are no longer in your prime
Your impending death drawing nearer
The path you are about to take is clearer
It is your turn to leave
You have done all that you can achieve
It is time for you to die
All I have to say is goodbye
Jindomess Aug 2013
Roses are black, Violets are Grey,  Everything is black and white because i'm a flippin' dog
Jindomess Nov 2014
Knock-knock
You suddenly go into shock
When you hear the knocking at your door
Then the creeking opening it more and more
As the stranger enters the room
You see he is not wearing a normal costume
"Trick or Treat"
You feel your heart beat
He then starts to stagger
Closer to you with his dagger
As it jabs your heart
You feel your body and soul come apart
Jindomess Dec 2013
I see you now
Sitting at your computer
Not aware of your surroundings
I am surprised I could get this close without you noticing
Watching you stare blankly at this screen
What beautiful hair you have
To bad I have to rip it of
What beautiful skin
To bad I will cut it open
Don't worry
It will be quick
I don't know about painless
But quick
What should I do first
So many choices
Well I see no reason to stay hiding anymore
Besides it will be easy to take your life
So
Here
I
Come
Good bye
Jindomess Apr 2014
How about I
I throw you into
A room with
Dust and chemicals
You won't be able to
Breath Through that Asphyxiation
Idk
Jindomess Apr 2014
This is a Love poem
A poem about love and ****
And there you go trending poem
Jindomess Aug 2013
I can rhyme
I can do it any time
Never mind I quit...
Jindomess Dec 2013
I spy with my little eye
Soon you will die
Yes the end of your life is near
That much is clear
Your life will end in agony
If only you could see the irony
The cigarette you are trying to light
Will make you shine bright
With all the bright fire in the dark
You see that very tool
Will create a spark
And will ignite the fuel
Jindomess Jun 2014
I wanted some subway
But I was starved
I was forced to
Look at the building
"Hear that it's subway
Saying goodbye"
You say as I cried because
I could not have any
Jindomess Nov 2013
Go To Sleep
Go ahead count some sheep
Get under the covers and go to bed
When you wake up you will be dead
I hope you don't treasure your life
Because it will end by my knife
Jindomess Feb 2014
No time for any type of cheer
The apocalypse is here
Hearts and Love is in the air
You know what I don't even care
I am again all alone
Giving out an annoyed groan
I actually don't care so don't think I am really sad in any way
Jindomess Nov 2013
You know those sounds you hear when you are alone
Or maybe the sound of somebody yelling your name when there is nobody there to say it
How about the footsteps outside of your room
Maybe it is just a weird sound you heard
Or it could be that someone is really there
Watching, and waiting
Waiting until you tell yourself that you are alone
That nobody is there to hurt you
Walking outside of your door to get your attention
Faintly yelling your name to get you out in the open
Don't listen to those sounds
Don't listen to the noises you hear
Because that noise might just be real
And nobody will hear you scream
I feel like this is more of a creepypasta then a poem... I don't even think it is a poem... Oh well
Jindomess Aug 2013
One night on some random day
Santa came to say
"Norbert with your nose so brown"
"Can you stop getting **** all over the town"
Jindomess May 2016
Smashing the bottle on my head
Gives mother even more dread
How could she marry such evil man
Especially with a name like Dan
"Stop, Stop," She screams at the top of her lungs
But after she said it she bit her tongue
As he throws her into the front door
Wanting to **** that, "*****"

Though I've never tasted another's blood before
I think tonight will have an encore
As I beat my dad to death
Running to the kitchen goes dear old Beth

With a knife in my hand
And my feet in the sand
I rip open his insides
To replace my frown, besides
Spilling all over the floor
The guts fill the room
Squeezing through the door.
I hate that I don't know how to make stuff look better. Please give me suggestions. Idk how to fix this ****.
Jindomess Apr 2014
Ow
I am new to this "Tags" thing tell me if I am doing it right
Jindomess Mar 2015
Footsteps outside your door
You hear them like a roar
Getting louder and louder
The thing comes nearer

You feel helpless
Afraid
Of the thing behind your door

Will your life come to it's end?
Is tonight the night?
Or, maybe
It's your wife?
Your children perhaps?

All deceased
By your hand
Shaking before
Your hand ceased
Like a nightmare
You're unable to move
Frozen by the site of...

Something
You can't believe

You force something out
Almost incomprehensible
"No.... Who are you?"

"Why, Daddy....
It's me"
Yay, I can write again!
Jindomess Jun 2015
One by one they fall
The ones I thought
Were my friends
There they go,
Distancing themselves
From me,
Until they are completely gone
From sight
But not from mind

Every night I remember
The fallen faces
Once friends
Now death eaters
Devouring my
Malleable flesh

"You will never lose me"
The newest one to the
Fallen faces said just the night before
She lied, and stole my friend

One less from my already
Tiny group
Of people who "care" for me

I never know what I do
To deserve this from anyone
Maybe its my tone
My anger
The demons that let themselves loose
On the page

Or maybe it's the things that count
The things they know and see of me
The kindness I give to them
The love I give for all I care for
Or the horrible, despicable, evil
Things inside themselves,
That I protect them from

My malleable flesh
That they currode away
The flesh that
They know is weak
And know they can walk all over
Because of my overwhelming kindness

I don't know
Why I keep believing
When people say they won't leave
When they always do

My mother
Gives me my kindness
My father
Gives me the rage I throw
On pages and pages
But never show

My mother
The reason why I'm so malleable
My father
The reason why I have the dreams
Of killing, of yelling

Both
My depression

My mind now
Reworking all that has just happened
In it self
It organizes my thoughts
Replaying the events
Showing what to do next time

Re-Awakening itself
To now know
Not to trust those who
Show no effort
Who pretend to know
Who eventually, will be the others
In my dreams,
Of killing
In my writing,
Where all of my demons let loose.

I want to love all
Even thought I know
Not all will love me
i ******* quit... I probably have a lot of mistakes... And I would love thoughtful criticism.... I hate spelling
Jindomess Nov 2013
Surrounded by oak wood
There he stood
Staring at me
With no eyes
As tall as a tree
He caught me by surprise
I hear a loud sound
Then I am thrown to the ground
With tentacle like arms

Actually you know what I will just stop there... I will let you just think about that last line
Jindomess Aug 2013
I am bored, being bored is a pain
But such a pain it is to be active
Writing this poem is a pain
Such a pain...
Only some will get this reference
Jindomess Mar 2015
Running through the forest
   Run, Run, Run
Jumping over fallen trees
   One, by, One
Blood flowing to the ground
  Through my Thumb
Running from the beatings
   Run, Run, Run
Heart beating fast
   ***, ***, BANG!
Heart no longer beating
   ***... ***... BANG!
Jindomess Nov 2013
I'm alone now
I don't know how log I've got
They have already taken my wife and kids
The whole lot
I am writing this down in hopes that it will relieve some of the stress
But every night I hear them whispering
Every night I see their faces just beyond the fire
I have the flesh that they desire
They are watching me
Then out of the darkness I see a face getting closer
It is my daughter
She gets this evil smile on her face
"You can't run anymore, but I will **** you just in case"
Jindomess Oct 2015
Sticking me with needles again and again
Taking even more blood, need a pen?
To write down that you can't find the sickness
Well here's another symptom, Stress
I'll just leave I guess

No answers
No gain
No tests
No pain

Except the pain is so unbearable
Only another parable
Of doctors not knowing the cure
How many more weeks do I have to indure?
Of this sickness that won't go away
Maybe it will just have to stay

Oh great I'm feeling more pain
Maybe I should go to the doctors again....
I'm getting cut from a disease
How many more times until I appease?
Just get rid of the pain... Please!?
Jindomess Nov 2013
The house is a mess
Ripped rug
Flipped over chairs and tables
Shatterd glass from the now broken window
My kitchen floor soaked
Lying here in a pool of my own blood
Unable to move
Looking up at the man that had done this to me
Actually I don't even know if he is a man
Looking up at the thing that had done this to me
Black singed hair
Bright white skin
A smile that was carved across his face
And his cold dead eyes
Those eyes never blinking
He got closer to me
"Go to sleep"
Those are the last words I hear before he jabs his knife into me
The last words I hear before I die
Jindomess Apr 2014
I did it
He's not getting up
His blood is on my hands
Wait
Did I do it?
I don't even know

This can't be real
How can this be real
It's impossible

The body is on the floor
Looking at me with it's dead eyes
My eyes
Hand is clenched holding onto something
My hand
Face frozen in fear
My face

Am I looking at my own body
Wait...
Who am I?
Does this crap even makes sense
Jindomess Apr 2014
Knowing what I did
I can't go on
I've killed myself

And watched
As I decay
Watched as the
Blood flowed
Watched as I
Died in pain

How do I live
If I'm already looking
At my own body

— The End —