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axr Nov 2014
tick-tock
they must not sleep
tick-tock
now they talk about their broken dreams
tick-tock
now one of them screams
tick-tock
they are turning violent!
tick-tock
can they not survive the gas stimulant?
tick-tock
his vocal cords are torn!
tick-tock
God forbid,  if one of them becomes his clone!
tick-tock
The others don't react
tick-tock
They know they are getting monitored,  they don't wanna go back
tick-tock
We don't want to be freed, they said
tick-tock
On their own skins they fed
tick-tock
they killed soldiers six
tick-tock
the doctors do not have a fix
tick-tock
All 5 of them seemed pleasured by the pain
tick-tock
For this mystery,  who was to be blamed?
tick-tock
few of them died on the operation table
tick-tock*
they were all our monsters
covered by the illusion
inspired by a creepypasta i read today,  its called Russian Sleep Experiment
I am too terrified to post the link to that D:
Also, leave your comments below as this is my first horror piece, ever.
M Eastman Nov 2014
Ruined rare earth
elementary discovery channel
gates open door
way through the
keyhole black soul
molecular mole dug
tunnels to ultraviolet
magnetic pole dancing
free in chaos
sea scrape knee
begging plead don't
go to the
deep snow man
shaking hands with
devil bands in
foreign land fall
down stairways to
heaven sent letter
male to female
ratio, weights and
measures too desperate
to imagine dragon
fire my desire
we can get
higher value from
our lives so cheapened
and flayed never
get saved by
an apathetic jesus
sign of our
time flies buzzing
alarm blinking a
red warning doom
song of my
people magazine scene
Is dead and
buried beneath the
bed room walls
to keep out
invading barbarian hordes
dressed in business
suit yourself with
your three wishes
and no there's
no bottom to
this rabbit foot
if you're lucky
enough but I
didn't choose to
exist weave this
fist pink mist
signaling the end
of all good
things
pookie Sep 2014
Open my eyes,
Let me see the truth,
Open my heart,
And let me love again,

Hold onto me,
Drag me from my nightmare,
And into a Day Dream,

Open My Eyes and let me see the truth.
an experiment, id love for some to grab me and put me into there day dream, what are your day dreams open my eyes.
Anna Vigue Oct 2013
Are humans inherently evil?
Does it go right to the core?
Do we always need to prove ourselves?
Do we need to settle the score?
I watched a documentary
With people doing experiments
On other people just like them
Callous with their detriments
The lower class
The prisoners
The foreigners
By practitioners
And now we have this information
Torture, surgery, chemical weaponry
Some classified, some out to view
Is it their duty of citizenry
To share that information with me?
To tell me how and when and why
To share results of tests gone by?
Do I even want to know?
Do not let them die in vain
Maybe I should share the pain
(maybe you should share it too)
To learn
To see
And  
NOT to do
Although there are horrors and abominations of human behaviors, what has been done cannot be undone.  As a society I hope we can learn from past (and current) human experimentation so that the lives are not lost in vain.  The information that was garnered in unimaginable ways is here, it exists, it is now ours as a collective history.  To not use it seems to be an abuse of it.
Life's a Beach Aug 2014
Sink my silence into
social starvation
and thaw me out
slowly


Throw me not
to Fire

Church me not on
a pyre of Destruction.

Instead

Suffocate my screams
Until I ******* of Society

Because at least then
you'll think I'm **fixed
Life's a Beach Aug 2014
Whirlpool of a mind
Syringes, needles,
Line after line,
Brain becomes dust
Movements will rust
And all that's left is
Time
To live
A hole by the ear
The world appears so
colourful
Then, every time, just that bit bleaker
Each line grows steeper
Fear the reaper
Because he doesn't care
If it's your fault or
Just a stage
Because
To him
Age is age
And not necessarily determined
By months or weeks
Or stage
But when
Hands to weak to reach
for water
Familiar enough to light a spliff
Enough of this existence

Can't tell if you exist
When you can't see beyond the smoke
Broken
Used
Aaron Bee Aug 2014
Midnight back roads
Dark - insidious
Hungry for the intoxicated.
A monster comes out to
Prey on inebriated
Fellows.
Skiddings of tires,
Broken glass,
And red stains mark
Where the beast
Hunts
Road ****
A snack
and drivers
The main dish
The cycle is
Weekdays - innocents
Weekends - idiots
littlejoelle Jul 2014
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We have acquired the ***** to experiment; to spend Tuesday three a.m. puking our guts out one bad pitcher of margarita after the other; to dance on tabletops twelve tequila shots later – whether our favorite songs are playing, or even not at all; to drown all melancholy in bottles of beer we keep losing count of until we, too, forget what we were sad about in the first place; to celebrate the crazy by playing cops and robbers and hide and seek behind trucks beating the red light; to refuse to go to class just because; to kiss strangers and best friends and roll out of bed the following morning not remembering even the slightest bit; to spend the night walking through deserted neighborhoods and off-limits roof decks; and to just live however we want.
Ruthie Jul 2014
Stumbling through the city
I'm a pretend fire.
You've got a blanket on tote heart cause you know I'm a liar.

And I've brushed against your hand just a few too many times.
But you don't seem to move away
Keeping steady lines.

Woahh
I think I'm falling..
And woahh
I think I'm losing who I was..


And woahh
You think you know me but you don't...
Cause oh oh you ain't ever gonna get close..


My walls are too high
For your bloodshot eyes
And my drink is to strong
I can feel it inside..
Hmmm I kind of just wrote...

This is experimental. Opinions?
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