The demons inside of me reach out in melancholic angst to the souls on the outside. They consume, in depression. It never ends. One day, the beasts shall be smite by the tip of my valiant blade. Why you ask? They do not ever cease, and continue to consume my own very soul. My blade helps release the angst of these demons. It is a relief. Why don't they JUST DIE?! I will never be freed from this pain. My life is an eternal whirlpool of dread, why does it have to be as such? This video helps express my fealings:



is anyone else trapped in a void of pain and despair? we can share our sadness

did u crie?

tip tip tip

Only the tip?

am sad

i ned a hug

YouTube

relephant

it is good to know a kindred soul feels such angst and despair.... WHY CAN'T THEY JUST LEAVE US ALONE AND DIE?!

such melancholy....

I would, but I can't be damned to type.

I'm in a funk.

deep inside I wither away like a diseased rose.... it really is true then that nobody cares about me... you all should just DIE!

Quote from: Scary Digger on October 30, 2014, 10:42:00 PM

Quote from: Casper on October 30, 2014, 10:39:50 PM

I would, but I can't be damned to type.

I'm in a funk.

deep inside I wither away like a diseased rose.... it really is true then that nobody cares about me... you all should just DIE!

That's fine.  I'll just sit here and weep my crimson tears.. If nothing else, I can feel the icy sting coursing through me.

the fiends inside of me... they cut me in the inside deep with their satanic blades, nary a thought about their actions... they consume my emotions, and it shrivels in the darkness into a more horrid shape... the liquid that is melancholy soaks my skin, the world around me turns grey and i crie

Quote from: Scary Digger on October 30, 2014, 10:47:11 PM

Quote from: Casper on October 30, 2014, 10:44:19 PM

Quote from: Scary Digger on October 30, 2014, 10:42:00 PM

Quote from: Casper on October 30, 2014, 10:39:50 PM

I would, but I can't be damned to type.

I'm in a funk.

deep inside I wither away like a diseased rose.... it really is true then that nobody cares about me... you all should just DIE!

That's fine.  I'll just sit here and weep my crimson tears.. If nothing else, I can feel the icy sting coursing through me.

the fiends inside of me... they cut me in the inside deep with their satanic blades, nary a thought about their actions... they consume my emotions, and it shrivels in the darkness into a more horrid shape... the liquid that is melancholy soaks my skin, the world around me turns grey and i crie

All I see is a future black as night.  Silver claws tearing me apart.  They paint my skin, a metal blur creating red streaks.  I am my own canvas, just another pieces of worthless art no different from the rest, only to be thrown out with the rest of the wasted, useless husks.

I am merely a shell of my former self, an outcast, I am a ghost. society sees me as nothing, anything I do is null I am just a part of the same cruel grey machine everyone is in people around me, they shift from formless shadow to person simultaneously
 there is no POINT IN EXISTENCE! everyone is just the same! why cant I just DIE?!

This thread is making me cringe so fucking hard right now.

your just like all the rest
all the other husks
just DIE!

Quote from: Scary Digger on October 30, 2014, 11:00:05 PM

Quote from: The Waifu Master on October 30, 2014, 10:58:53 PM

This thread is making me cringe so fucking hard right now.

your just like all the rest
all the other husks
just DIE!

Because you're a filthy casul.

now your jusst being plane mean...
my fealings are swelling up inside of me like a hurricane
why you do this

This thread is making me cringe so fucking hard right now.

If only I was able to feel anything other than these severed seams that stream from me...

>tfw this is a parody thread yet I feel like this literally every moment of my life.