Alex Speak · Randomness · Weird-Crazy-Perhaps Scary · Writing and Poetry

7 Romantic Creepyku Shorts

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The drilling is gone.

You’ve taken my pain away.

Te amo mi amor.


Despite the decay.

Despite the suffering dear.

You’re worth it to me.


End of the body.

Beginning of the soul fire.

Everlasting love.


I have ended me.

She keeps the fire in me.

The maggots are gone.


Hatred melted me.

Ripped from the bone forever.

Drained of love and blood.


Slaughtered by my love.

She died a long time ago.

I still have the knife.


Even though I’m dead,

I’ve never felt so alive.

Her kisses are sweet.


(Artwork by Bones Nelson)

Randomness · Weird-Crazy-Perhaps Scary · World of Psyche · Writing and Poetry

Shallow Wrist Doctor

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Thank Christ you have come for me.

Insert the decadent nectar into my skin.

I can’t live within my whole shell, I’m not clean.

I cannot return to my kin.

Forgive me dear doctor for I have committed the worst blessings with no sins.

I’m not sick enough for my dearest master.

Rip open my splintered bones, splice my cells, sync my neurons, split my tissue.

Give me more, give me more, give me more!!!

I need it, I feel it, I crave it, you love it.

They stare at me as I sleep, its hurts so good.

Your hands on my head arouse me so much.

Press harder on my skull please.

Harder… harder… harder…

I can’t die.

I CAN’T DIE!!!!

Alex Speak · Weird-Crazy-Perhaps Scary · World of Psyche · Writing and Poetry

Bloodied Rust

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Don’t chase after your nightmares; they might chase after you.

I chased the wrong kind of dreams, and now they’re chasing me. 

I can’t stop them; they’re inflicting irreversible pain unto me.

They have come for me and I know it.

Their claw marks burn and their bites make me ache.

I drown the dying screams with synthetic happiness. 

It’s stitched with fake love and patched with false hope.

The nightmare breeders tear the stitches apart and swallow the patches whole.

Tears can’t cleanse the bloodied rust from the walls. 

Don’t be like me.

Chase your dreams, not your nightmares.

Or else your nightmares will chase you.

Hope must exist somewhere.

Why?

Because I’m still living.

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Randomness · Weird-Crazy-Perhaps Scary · Writing and Poetry

Skin and Night Crawlers

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Passing through spaces, looking through faces, digging into minds forcing them to lose all traces. 

We are real, your dreams are surreal. Sucking your energy dry never loses its appeal.

Once I get my fill I immediately look for more. I will drain you from your skin to your inner core. 

I feed off your fear, I feed off your sadness. You will spiral down into pure madness.

The truth is there is more than one of me. The best part is, you’ll eventually see the others, but first I will make you see me.

I’m in the shadows, the corners, behind doors, windows… I’m everywhere. I hope that tonight you are up for a good scare.

I take the form you fear the most. I will follow you everywhere, even from coast to coast.

Oh, and one more thing, I can see you, but can you see me?

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Alex Speak · World of Psyche · Writing and Poetry

Break

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Straight sacred lines turn into cracks in due time.

All the  cracks will crawl straight to me.

They spread as roots from a tree spread into the soil.

Everything the cracks impose is unavoidable.

Going beyond; the cracks betray the line in the sand.

What was once sacred is nothing now.

Washed away from the massive gusts of rain and dust.

This cycle will never change.

The lines can never be filled; the breaks will never be repaired.

The worst has yet to come and I am not prepared.

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Alex Speak · World of Psyche · Writing and Poetry

Let Me Out

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I’m stuck. Not just simply stuck.

How did I get this way?

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What else can I do? What else should I do?

I’m trapped within myself, trapped within you, trapped within them.

Don’t pity me, I don’t pity me. Can you help me?

Tied, caged, coraled, glued, pasted, chained, gated, drowning….

What does it feel like to feel free?

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