#psychologicalhorror - Hello Poetry

Your face as bright as fireflies, Our past rewinds in memories You pulled your gun out swiftly And pointed it towards me You said that you just loved me, That you only wanted to please me You wanted to carve open my heart And show me that I'm a piece of art I felt your skin upon my neck, You were trying to strangle me towards my death You said that you just loved me, Liar, you only loved my body So carve open my heart, Show me that I'm a piece of art Feel the warmth of the blood pumping, Soon the adrenaline will kick in Carve open my heart, Show me that I'm a piece of art Enrich my void with your deadly breath, Suffocate me till my death Threads and knots they're the same, Doesn't matter who starts the game You promised me heaven, But you fell into lust's haven You told me not to move, Ended up turning me blue You wanted to carve open my heart And show me that I'm a piece of art You filled my heart with hate, Why did you put me into this state? You said that you just loved me, Liar, you only loved my body So carve open my heart, Show me that I'm a piece of art Feel the warmth of the blood pumping, Soon the adrenaline will kick in. Carve open my heart, Show me that I'm a piece of art Enrich my void with your deadly breath, Suffocate me till my death Carve open my heart, Show me that I'm a piece of art Feel the warmth of the blood pumping, Soon the adrenaline will kick in Carve open my heart, Show me that I'm a piece of art Enrich my void with your deadly breath, Suffocate me till my- (screams) Please carve open my heart, Show me that I'm a piece of art Is my cold blood still pumping? Has the adrenaline stopped kicking in? Please just carve open my heart, I'll accept that I'm a piece of art Overfilled my void with your deadly breath, Please finish me before my death

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May 22

May 22, 2026 at 6:04 AM UTC

In the empty corner of my room, ten thousand black eyes stared back at me from a shape stitched into the dark; still as death, yet somehow breathing with the room. I held my breath, my back pressed against the headboard, heartbeat pounding loud enough to betray my location. The crack on my wall looked like a roadway; another split beneath it, that formed a crossroads— like the walls themselves were guiding the thing closer. Then it suddenly twitched. Every hair on my body rose right alongside whatever black fur covered its limbs. I shut my eyes tight, counting breaths like prayers… one… two…three… When I opened them again, the corner was empty. “ Oh crap…” I said under my breath. Because a monster you can see is one thing— but a spider that disappears in your bedroom at night… feels almost supernatural. THE END?

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May 13

May 13, 2026 at 4:28 PM UTC

OddOdysseyPoet

The Empty Room

In the empty corner of my room, ten thousand black eyes stared back at me from a shape stitched into the dark; still as death, yet somehow breathing with the room. I held my breath, my back pressed against the headboard, heartbeat pounding loud enough to betray my location. The crack on my wall looked like a roadway; another split beneath it, that formed a crossroads— like the walls themselves were guiding the thing closer. Then it suddenly twitched. Every hair on my body rose right alongside whatever black fur covered its limbs. I shut my eyes tight, counting breaths like prayers… one… two…three… When I opened them again, the corner was empty. “ Oh crap…” I said under my breath. Because a monster you can see is one thing— but a spider that disappears in your bedroom at night… feels almost supernatural. THE END?

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rest my rust, for thou contained for years, contained my breaths for long, thou held my wrists, and soul along, whilst brace'd my blood and tears, clinking-clanking, at my feet, in days of hunger n' thirst, for thou sang me in wry heat, of Mays, and in cold of a frost. how canst I leave thy merry song, leave our memories long? dost thou not know a naught, how we lived and died along?

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Feb 22

Feb 22, 2026 at 8:43 PM UTC

OneIII

to Maiden of Iron Braids -

rest my rust, for thou contained for years, contained my breaths for long, thou held my wrists, and soul along, whilst brace'd my blood and tears, clinking-clanking, at my feet, in days of hunger n' thirst, for thou sang me in wry heat, of Mays, and in cold of a frost. how canst I leave thy merry song, leave our memories long? dost thou not know a naught, how we lived and died along?

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Intro (Mike — hushed, broken) The warehouse hums, a graveyard hymn, Clothes are torn, the lights are dim. I wake in silence, drenched in red, Beside a girl, so pale, so dead. A puddle forms beneath her face… Your grin reflects. I feel your grace. --- Verse 1 (Templeton Strange — low, theatrical) Oh, Mike, don’t whimper, don’t crawl, don’t pray, This is the canvas we paint each day. Chaos composed in a crimson refrain, Their agony sings while I etch my name. --- Verse 2 (Mike — frantic—Dread) The sirens wail through desert heat, Each echo pounding, my heart skips beat. I see you grin in every pane, A windshield ghost, a glass of shame. --- Pre-Chorus (Both — tense overlap) Mike: I never asked to bear this stain— Strange: You are the vessel, I am the brain. Mike: I choke on silence, drowned in cries— Strange: Weakness dies, but the predator thrives! --- Chorus (Both) Mike: Release me, unmake me, I’m breaking apart! Strange: Obey me, become me, survival’s an art! Mike: I’m drowning, I’m hunted, I’ll never be clean! Strange: I thrive in the terror, I reign in the scream! --- Verse 3 (Templeton Strange) Burn your clothes, erase the scene, Hide the bodies where no one screams. They’ll lock you away, and then so am I— So move, you fool, or we both will die! --- Verse 4 (Mike — desperate, despair) Each dawn I wake in blood and bone, With hollow eyes that aren’t my own. I beg for silence, beg release, But you twist my mercy into disease. --- Bridge (Both — urgent, theatrical) Mike: The sirens are screaming, they’re closing in fast! I can’t escape what I’ve done in the past! Strange: You stall, you whine, but you waste our breath— Stand up, obey, or we’ll share a cell’s death! Mike: I see you in windows, in blood, in the glass! Strange: I’ll drag you through shadows, you’ll do as I ask! --- Breakdown (Templeton Strange — grotesque, triumphant) I’ll rip their throats so the streets run red, My gospel is written in the skin they shed. Their terror’s a hymn, their silence my throne, You’ll hear their cries through marrow and bone. Move, Mike, move, while the night still hides— The predator rules where the weak one dies! --- Final Chorus (Both — desperate ****** Mike: Release me, unmake me, I’m breaking apart! Strange: Embrace me, become me, I’ll carve out your heart! Mike: I’m haunted, I’m hunted, I’ll never be clean! Strange: I’ll rise through the terror, the blood, and the scream! --- Outro (Both — fading apart) Mike: The glass still speaks… Strange: The night still reigns… Mike: I beg for peace… Strange: But I am Strange.

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Feb 7

Feb 7, 2026 at 1:17 PM UTC

InkWept

Reflections in Blood

Intro (Mike — hushed, broken) The warehouse hums, a graveyard hymn, Clothes are torn, the lights are dim. I wake in silence, drenched in red, Beside a girl, so pale, so dead. A puddle forms beneath her face… Your grin reflects. I feel your grace. --- Verse 1 (Templeton Strange — low, theatrical) Oh, Mike, don’t whimper, don’t crawl, don’t pray, This is the canvas we paint each day. Chaos composed in a crimson refrain, Their agony sings while I etch my name. --- Verse 2 (Mike — frantic—Dread) The sirens wail through desert heat, Each echo pounding, my heart skips beat. I see you grin in every pane, A windshield ghost, a glass of shame. --- Pre-Chorus (Both — tense overlap) Mike: I never asked to bear this stain— Strange: You are the vessel, I am the brain. Mike: I choke on silence, drowned in cries— Strange: Weakness dies, but the predator thrives! --- Chorus (Both) Mike: Release me, unmake me, I’m breaking apart! Strange: Obey me, become me, survival’s an art! Mike: I’m drowning, I’m hunted, I’ll never be clean! Strange: I thrive in the terror, I reign in the scream! --- Verse 3 (Templeton Strange) Burn your clothes, erase the scene, Hide the bodies where no one screams. They’ll lock you away, and then so am I— So move, you fool, or we both will die! --- Verse 4 (Mike — desperate, despair) Each dawn I wake in blood and bone, With hollow eyes that aren’t my own. I beg for silence, beg release, But you twist my mercy into disease. --- Bridge (Both — urgent, theatrical) Mike: The sirens are screaming, they’re closing in fast! I can’t escape what I’ve done in the past! Strange: You stall, you whine, but you waste our breath— Stand up, obey, or we’ll share a cell’s death! Mike: I see you in windows, in blood, in the glass! Strange: I’ll drag you through shadows, you’ll do as I ask! --- Breakdown (Templeton Strange — grotesque, triumphant) I’ll rip their throats so the streets run red, My gospel is written in the skin they shed. Their terror’s a hymn, their silence my throne, You’ll hear their cries through marrow and bone. Move, Mike, move, while the night still hides— The predator rules where the weak one dies! --- Final Chorus (Both — desperate ****** Mike: Release me, unmake me, I’m breaking apart! Strange: Embrace me, become me, I’ll carve out your heart! Mike: I’m haunted, I’m hunted, I’ll never be clean! Strange: I’ll rise through the terror, the blood, and the scream! --- Outro (Both — fading apart) Mike: The glass still speaks… Strange: The night still reigns… Mike: I beg for peace… Strange: But I am Strange.

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(Object exhibits signs of failed assimilation.) Status: Contained Linguistic Output: Coherent, irregular Affective Display: Incongruent Recommended Handling: Minimal stimulation. Avoid mirrors. The subject presents as humanoid, though not reliably. Eye contact flickers like corrupted footage. Speech arrives in fragments— intonation unaligned with emotional content. Dissection reveals a nervous system braided too tightly with memory. Repetitive behaviors observed: rocking, muttering, hands folding themselves into familiar shapes. (Suspected ritual. Possibly maintenance.) Internal monologue transmits without consent. Rooms echo with words never said aloud. Fluorescent lights elicit panic. Soft voices do not soothe. When touched, the subject stiffens— not out of fear, but anticipation. It has learned that affection is often the prelude to calibration. Attempts to socialize the unit resulted in increased corruption of the core files. Subject now mimics human response with impressive accuracy— until asked why it feels. (Subject does not answer. Subject cannot answer. Emotion was mapped to motor function and never returned.) MRI shows dense clusters in the empathy regions— but no signal reaches them without distortion. The static is ancestral. Passed down like brittle teeth and sleeplessness. Diet: Low on metaphor, high on survival. Vocal tone: Polished, practiced, passively pleading. Favorite phrase: “I’m fine.” Always said too quickly. Always accompanied by the twitch of a jaw trying not to scream. Touch triggers feedback loops. Silence is tolerated, then weaponized. Intimacy met with suspicion— not due to paranoia, but pattern recognition. You may observe it, but do not mistake this for consent. The subject learned visibility. It was never offered belonging. End-stage masking leaves the organism hollowed. Dissociative hum in place of thought. Apathy mistaken for stability. Last recorded statement before regression: “If I act human long enough, does that mean I was?” It is not currently speaking. It watches.

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Jul 31, 2025

Jul 31, 2025 at 2:21 PM UTC

FaceItHarl

Specimen 047-A: Post-Masking Analysis

(Object exhibits signs of failed assimilation.) Status: Contained Linguistic Output: Coherent, irregular Affective Display: Incongruent Recommended Handling: Minimal stimulation. Avoid mirrors. The subject presents as humanoid, though not reliably. Eye contact flickers like corrupted footage. Speech arrives in fragments— intonation unaligned with emotional content. Dissection reveals a nervous system braided too tightly with memory. Repetitive behaviors observed: rocking, muttering, hands folding themselves into familiar shapes. (Suspected ritual. Possibly maintenance.) Internal monologue transmits without consent. Rooms echo with words never said aloud. Fluorescent lights elicit panic. Soft voices do not soothe. When touched, the subject stiffens— not out of fear, but anticipation. It has learned that affection is often the prelude to calibration. Attempts to socialize the unit resulted in increased corruption of the core files. Subject now mimics human response with impressive accuracy— until asked why it feels. (Subject does not answer. Subject cannot answer. Emotion was mapped to motor function and never returned.) MRI shows dense clusters in the empathy regions— but no signal reaches them without distortion. The static is ancestral. Passed down like brittle teeth and sleeplessness. Diet: Low on metaphor, high on survival. Vocal tone: Polished, practiced, passively pleading. Favorite phrase: “I’m fine.” Always said too quickly. Always accompanied by the twitch of a jaw trying not to scream. Touch triggers feedback loops. Silence is tolerated, then weaponized. Intimacy met with suspicion— not due to paranoia, but pattern recognition. You may observe it, but do not mistake this for consent. The subject learned visibility. It was never offered belonging. End-stage masking leaves the organism hollowed. Dissociative hum in place of thought. Apathy mistaken for stability. Last recorded statement before regression: “If I act human long enough, does that mean I was?” It is not currently speaking. It watches.

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Mar 1, 2025

Mar 1, 2025 at 10:13 PM UTC

n0t_Salem

There is a house (Eliott's Poem)

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