I look into the night,
And I know I’m in a trance,
As my head turns to the right,
I see the shadows dance.
The voices keep on saying,
Do it, do it, die,
I feel my skull expanding,
At least I have to try.
I can’t take all the screaming,
On the balcony I kneel,
I feel like I am dreaming,
But no dream is this real
I jump towards my death,
I watch the ground get closer,
As my bones rip through my flesh,
I know my life is over…
Now you’ve read my story,
Look out the corner of your eye,
I’m screaming at you hoarsely,
Do it, Do it, DIE!
Just listening to the muffin song by Tomska while reading the last line, anyone else?
Can someone die, please, because I’ve been screaming this poem on my balcony for the last hour and nobody from the other apartments have commited suicide yet.
Nice Chorus “Do it, do it, DIE”
One to be remembered
Nice to see a creepy pasta in poem form
wow
i loved it
do it do it die
I already hear voices…
One of the stronger ones tells me I’m pathetic, useless, and a lot of other stuff Lilongwe those lines
do it. do it. DIE
yeah same
Sounds like a song I heard once.
Very creepy! It gave me flashbacks of this time I hallucinated while looking out my window (Not fun times but I love this poem anyways)
Love this story and chillingly poetic style. I hope to see more of your works in the future!
This wasn’t the creepiest, but it’s nice to see a poem occasionally.