Words. Yay.

[Trixsie Vixen]

I like your lyrics Haden.  I can't explain but they seem lyrical rather poemy.

[NautilusWolf]

Thanks Trix! I wrote primarily about humanity. I also like to establish a rhyme scheme before I start,

Yay for more lyrics!




The lies we tell are the ticket to our very own hell,
The lies we tell are the the price tags for the soul we choose to sell.

Guess I've told a few...
Yeah,
I've told a few.


You pushed me and you pushed me until I died.
By now I guess it's too late to say that I lied.

Guess I've told a few...
Yeah,
I've told a few...


I sold my soul to the lies I've told,
I lay motionless, I lay cold.

[NautilusWolf]

(Continued from top post^)


Now that I am gone is it too late to repent?
My soul through the gates of the hell that I've been sent.

If I didn't lie...
If I didn't lie...
What would become of me?
Would I rot in the Insanity?

They say that the truth will set you free,
Does that mean that I can be what I choose to be?

[NautilusWolf]

New possible song lyrics? Why not!






I am murder, I am sin,
I am the beast that lurks within.




We are humanity,
Gore is all I see!
Unleash the beast from thyself,
And make others in poor health.




I am reaper, I am sin,
Take thy soul with a grin.




I've kept it away, what can I say?
I have wronged you,
And now you'll never see another day.




Who heard my call?
My desperate howl,
All that remains,
Are these asylum walls!

[NautilusWolf]

More lyrics? Yep.



All I touch turns to ash,
I am the guardian of Hell.
I'm a hound,
Can't you tell?
Open the gates,
We've got another.
The wretched soul,
Of a so called brother.
I take my orders as they're given.
Fetching souls,
Souls of dark live liven.


Open the gates,
Release the hounds!

[NautilusWolf]

HELLHOUND-an amateur "creepy pasta" by me


Local authorities find a family of five slaughtered. The three children, ages ranging from 2-5, had been decapitated, and hung from a ceiling fan by their large intestines. The mother was decapitated as well, with her hands cut off and thrown into the blender. All that remained were chunks of fingernail, bone, and the wedding ring. The father, taking the worst of it, had been beaten by a baseball bat, evidenced by his broken ribs, decapitated, and eaten alive. The decapitation was post-humeous. The man's right arm was gone as well, and evidence suggests that this was done as he was alive as well. As the authorities got into the living room they saw the family's heads with X's slashed across their eyes, and smiles carved into their cheeks. The heads were faced towards the television playing static, and the father's arm was on the ground holding the remote. To top it all off, there was a message written in their blood, saying, "Release the HOUNDS of HELL." A similarly disturbing case happened a day later just 7 and a half miles away. A single father and his 11 year old son were alone at night. The father was working in the garage and was finishing up fixing the lawn mower. Thomas Hadwick was on his computer on the second story when he heard the lawn mower start up, and he heard his father let out a devastating yell. Thomas ran down to the garage. He tried the light switch, but the light never came. He saw the light of his father's hanging mechanic's light swing and flicker. That's when he saw his father's head mauled by the blades, and the killer speak.
"The Hounds of Hell guard the gates."
The rest of the story comes from an interview with Thomas. The transcript will be shown here.

"So, Thomas. You were the only survivor of the killer?"Thomas nodded. "What happened?"
Thomas shrugged, eyes alight with agony.
"Th-the man, lifted the mower, and dragged my dad by what was left of the collar bone in one hand, and the bat with the other. He dropped him and stared. I was frozen with fear. He swung at my knees and I came crashing down. The pain blurred my vision, but I still saw him..."
"Saw what Thomas?"Thomas looked out his hospital window
"I saw him take off the mask and eat my dad. Flesh tore and bones snapped," Thomas trailed on.
"Do you remember what he looked like?"
"Oddly enough, I do. Must have been the adrenaline." Thomas sighs. "He had a yellow mask with a groutesque smile painted on it, and the eyes had black ring-like shadows around it. He had red eyes that when you looked into them, you saw the depths of Hell, and he had a voice that spoke it. He wore a black do rag to cover his hair, and a leather jacket with a white undershirt. He wore some dark, faded jeans with a hole in the right knee... I don't know why that stuck out to me either... Lastly, he wore some tan work boots." The nurse had come in to say visitation hours are over.

Every killing has three things in common, other than the disturbing nature of the killings. They all involved a knife of unknown origin, a baseball bat, and cannibalistic acts. The authorities dub him, HELLHOUND. The strange part is like the HellHound, only his victims have seen him, and he disappears without a trace. If you have any leads, please contact your local law enforcement. Thank you.

[NautilusWolf]

More stuff.



I don't dream,
I don't sleep.
All I am to you,
Is just a creep.
I'm evil,
I'm a demon,
What I do,
Is there a reason?
So alone,
Can't hear my call,
Will you be there,
To catch my fall?
Or are you even there at all?

[Trixsie Vixen]

Dude!! I'm having enough trouble sleeping!

I am Murder lyrics would suit Alice Cooper very well IMHO

The story... I once read a book by a guy called Steven Martin.  I think you'd like it... I'll Google that stuff, it reminded me of it a lot.

Last poem... are you Freddy Krueger?

D=

Keep it up buddy!

[NautilusWolf]

Are you an insomniac too?


I'm not Freddy Krueger, just a silly Wolf-Fox that reads too many scary stories... The gore level was over 9000 in the story. (Yay memes!)

[NautilusWolf]

If I ever wrote something deep, this could be the deepest...




If you left, who would I talk to?
Play games with?
Remember the good,
Bad,
And ugly...
With me?
Sister, dear,
I couldn't bear this world without you.
If you go, so do I.
If you fall,
I will catch you.
If you are hurt,
I'll grab the ice cream.
If you're gone...
Then what is left of my petty existence?
Do I carry on hoping it's what you'd want,
Wallow in misery and engulfing despair,
Or find myself at the end of the rope?
No matter what,
I love you sis.
Please...
Remember that.










I love you Sis

[NautilusWolf]

I really got something rolling here! I was plucking away, and it thought, "this would be good for ^ this poem!"




So, right now, I'm working on formatting it to fit the first riff, and I'm interested if anyone wants me to post the result?

[NautilusWolf]

The Unseen




I'm done with this shit, this is it,
I am none too keen.
Happiness don't last, gone too fast,
Who am I too be if I'm unseen?


A WIP.

[NautilusWolf]

The sound of the Abrams was like ringing death's bell. Haden James Murphy was a U.S. Army 19k. In other words, he was a tank crewman. The sound of the war machine's gears turning was  enough to make any man cower.
"Hey yo, Murph! Bet you miss your mom tucking you in your bed in Louisiana, huh?" Haden looked at his driver with a grin.
"Yeah, sure Rodriguez. I'll make sure I stay away from your backward ass state of Alabama." The Afghanistan air was hot and hard to take in.
"Besides Murph, who's gonna make you cookies too?" Sgt. Ryan stopped the banter.
"Eyes on kids, we got suspicious movement. Looks like bad guys. Murph, on the.50!" Haden pops the hatch of the tank open and mounts the .50 caliber M2 Browning.
"Pop-pop assholes," Haden says racking the charging handle of the heavy machine gun. The streets of Afghanistan were treacherous. I.E.D.'s, ambushes, and just about anything that could go wrong. A shot rings out and hits the tank a foot and a half away from Haden.
"Dammit Haden! Murphy's law much?" Haden lets bursts of steel-death rain from the mounted gun.
"Shut up and get the convoy outta here Rodriguez! I ain't goin' home in a box!" The trio of humvees and second M1 speed up to keep up with Haden's Abrams.
"What the hell we transporting that they want so much?!?" Haden shoots at every direction they received fire.
"It's above our pay, I know that much!"
"Oh, thanks Sarge, I feel MUCH better about dying in a metal box."
"Shut it and drive Rodriguez," Haden exclaimed.
The tank was stopped by an enemy technical blocking the road.
"Shit, what do we do!?!" Sarge turns to Rodriguez.
"Crush the bastard like a coke can!" The tank speeds on as Haden ducks and they receive a barrage of incoming bullets. Enemy gunmen pour out as the M1 crushes the run down truck with ease, flattening it.
"Whooo yeah boys!" Sarge lets out.
"Maybe we should crush more stuff with ya Sarge, maybe you'll lighten up a bit, huh?"
"Yeah, hey, Rodriguez? I'm kinda exposed on this big ass mounted gun. Wanna get us the hell outa here?" The convoy keeps speeding on until they reach the outskirts of the city.
"Anyone hit?"
"Well Sarge, since I'm the only one exposed to even take a shot, and I'm clean, I'd say nope."
"Funny, Haden. If I didn't find your Irish Smartass funny, I'd make sure you WERE hit."
"Aww, love you too Sarge." Haden smiles, then climbs back into the tank, closing the hatch.

[Trixsie Vixen]

"Crush the bastard like a coke can!"





Yes!  Gold.

[NautilusWolf]

Glad you liked it !  Honey-Tank doesn't care!