Bad habits are back
I'm bleeding lime green and red
I've lost my control again
Drained by the world I live in
Angered by the people I'm surrounded by
I'm bleeding lime green and red
In my mind I fly above the clouds
Feeling almost brand new
Finally some sleep at night
I'm bleeding lime green and red
One track mind to stay alive
I feel like my old self again
One more reason to tell a lie
I'm bleeding lime green and red
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Shadows
Shadows are sleeping in the walls.
Listen closely and you'll hear them call.
Terrible voices of torment and pain.
Maybe you are the one who's going insane?
Can you hear the wispers? Can you hear the screams?
Bloodlust and murder are haunting your dreams.
Chopping and hacking the vermin away,
Eating and burning the debris away.
Cutting and slicing pretty patterns in the rain.
You watch as their blood runs down the drain.
Hundreds of bodies lie under your floor.
Becareful of what lies behind the bedroom door.
The grandest prize of them all, your daughters head on a string.
You dug up the body, its been there since spring.
Listen closely and you'll hear them call.
Terrible voices of torment and pain.
Maybe you are the one who's going insane?
Can you hear the wispers? Can you hear the screams?
Bloodlust and murder are haunting your dreams.
Chopping and hacking the vermin away,
Eating and burning the debris away.
Cutting and slicing pretty patterns in the rain.
You watch as their blood runs down the drain.
Hundreds of bodies lie under your floor.
Becareful of what lies behind the bedroom door.
The grandest prize of them all, your daughters head on a string.
You dug up the body, its been there since spring.
pills pills pills
Say what you will
about a life of pills,
calming the waves
of a life chaotic.
Pink and blue
and purple pills,
calming the waves
of a life chaotic.
Yellow ones green ones
they are all divine,
calming the waves
of a life chaotic.
I see the faces on the wall,
who's the scariest of them all?
Lights, flashes, voices, and pain.
The beauty of those truely insane.
Nightmares and screams throughout the night
give a person quite a fright.
Believe what you will
about a life of pills.
Calming the waves
of a life chaotic.
about a life of pills,
calming the waves
of a life chaotic.
Pink and blue
and purple pills,
calming the waves
of a life chaotic.
Yellow ones green ones
they are all divine,
calming the waves
of a life chaotic.
I see the faces on the wall,
who's the scariest of them all?
Lights, flashes, voices, and pain.
The beauty of those truely insane.
Nightmares and screams throughout the night
give a person quite a fright.
Believe what you will
about a life of pills.
Calming the waves
of a life chaotic.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
new apartment
Me and Chelsey got a new apartment. we've been here almost a week. I share a room with Trish...It's been weird not having a room to myself again...i got kinda used to be solitary...Thing have been all kinds of fucked up lately...My mind is goin to places that it shouldn't...Dark places...I feel like I'm in ninth grade...The thoughts that run through my head aren't normal...I shouldn't think this way...I'm a monster...
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Now there is nothing left...
I have no reason to try.
There is no point to life.
Time and time again...
As the ages pass by.
I stare at the ceiling and wonder why...
I am meant to be alone...
Never to love or be loved again.
Happiness will never be the same.
I am tormented by her...
She was where I found my happiness.
Her love was where I found pure bliss...
Now all I see is darkness...
Black and claustriphobic...
Dark and catastrophic...
I have no reason to try.
There is no point to life.
Time and time again...
As the ages pass by.
I stare at the ceiling and wonder why...
I am meant to be alone...
Never to love or be loved again.
Happiness will never be the same.
I am tormented by her...
She was where I found my happiness.
Her love was where I found pure bliss...
Now all I see is darkness...
Black and claustriphobic...
Dark and catastrophic...
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Beauty returns
Anticipation sweeps across the knight as she awaits her love's return. Time seems to sit still. Her stomache cries out at her because she hasn't eaten. Her hands are shaking and she's sweating. The minuites are creeping by. She's desperately watching the clock, waiting, wondering... Suddenly there is a knock upon the door... There she was...Beauty was standing in the door way...looking amazing as ever...only to slam it in the knights face once more...The knight flees from the castle into the mountians were the caverns will hide her...She screams into the darkness, and sobs from unending dispare...Beauty will never know what she has lost...for the knight fades away slowly into the shadows only to live as a shell among the world... There was nothing left for her. Her love was gone and she had nothing else. Beauty was all she was...She was her everything and now she was nothing... Here is the final ending to a love so sweet and tender...only to be left broken and bleeding for eternity...
Saturday, July 24, 2010
The band!!!!
trish(vocals/rhythem guitar)
Chelsey, Me, and Trish
Melanie(bass/keyboards)
Chelsey(drums)
Me, Emmerz(lead guitar)
The Carnival of Souls-short story
Carnival of Souls.
It started out as a normal day for Megan Demona, getting up, getting dressed, and going to work. Unknown to her, life as she knew it would change forever.
It was Monday morning and Megan was driving to work with a few friends. Everything was going as planned. After work they planned to go shopping at a local store. Monday's were the slowest days of the week for Megan and she was glad to have her friends with her.
As they were driving down the highway a black 1964 Chevy ran straight into the driver's side of the car. A person walking on the side of the highway happened to have seen the wreck and called the police and the EMS. They arrived shortly after they were called to action. The other three girls in the car were pronounced dead at the scene of the accident. Megan was the only survivor. The man in the Chevy disappeared before anyone got there.
She returned to work a week after the accident. No one knows how she survived. The week progressed and she went on with her life as normal. One day when Megan was walking down her street, she spotted a man in a clown suit. She had heard a few days before about a serial killer that wore a clown suit and killed his victims in amusement parks. But this didn't scare her, or at least until the clown manically grinned at her. She turned around to catch her breath and when she turned back around the man had mysteriously disappeared.
Once again everything was normal. She took a drive to Ohio to visit her parents, feeling slightly nervous to be in a moving automobile after the accident. As she drove she passed by an old abandoned carnival. To her it looked like something you would see in an old horror movie, equipped with an old Farris Wheel, a House of Mirrors, an arcade, and old wooden rollercoaster, and even one of those fun houses with the scary psychopathic clowns painted on the walls. this place gave her the creeps. As clueless as she was, this place would be her grave.
When she was about 50 minutes from her parents' house, she spotted a man on the side of the road out of her peripherals. She was too far away to see clearly who the shadowed man was. She decided to pull over to catch a glimpse of who the man could be. She made a very bad mistake, because as she pulled over she recognized this man as the manic clown she say that one day down her street. In fear she stepped on the gas and sped off towards her parents' house.
Finally after her freakish detour, she arrived. She gave her parents a big hug and went to unpack her things and get settled after the drive. She sat in the living room with her mom and dad and there was a knock at the door. "Who could this be so late at night," her mom said as she went to answer the mysterious knock. When she opened the door there was no one there. Megan looked out the window and with terror she turned away. The man had followed her there! What was she to do? She looked back at the window and the man had disappeared again!
Minutes after she decided to take a bath and go to bed, she was too afraid to sleep so she laid in her bed. She closed her eyes and the images of the carnival swarmed her mind. She could see dead children playing, and their dead parents dancing, and the manic clown laughing. His laugh wasn't any old evil laugh, it was horrible, it was cracked and dry, it was so high pitched it would blow your eardrums out. Megan awoke, and almost leapt out of bed. She turned on the T.V. and a news report was on the man, a picture of him staring her dead in the face laughing his maniacal laugh. Fear coursed through her bones. She didn't sleep the rest of the night.
The next morning her mother knocked at the door to tell Megan that breakfast was ready. She opened the door for her mother and they walked to the kitchen Breakfast was quiet, her father was reading the paper as he always did even when she was a child, and her mother was serving eggs and bacon to everyone sitting at the grand oak table in the large colorful dining room. Megan sipped on her orange juice and took a bite of a soft, delicious, homemade blueberry muffin. Her mother decided to break the silence.
"Megan, how did you sleep last night?"
"Just fine" Megan replied respectfully.
She didn't want her mother and father to know about the fear she had last night.
She didn't feel like spending the day in the house so she took a drive to the old carnival and go look around inside it. When she arrived she opened the door unsure of what would happen. Something about that place called to her, like it wanted her there. She walked through a gate that read "No trespassing, condemned" as she walked around she would have flashes of the past when the carnival was still around. She could see the rollercoaster running and the happy people screaming with excitement, she could hear the kids in the house of mirrors screaming because someone jumped out at them. She walked over to the fun house with the clowns painted on it. Something was pulling her inside, like an invisible force calling her name.
She walked into the building slowly, looking around at every detail of the walls and the ceiling. She noticed blood stains on the walls and hand prints on the floor. She kept walking spite the fact that the hairs on the back of her neck were prickling. There was a mirror at the end of the room and she looked into it, and with shivers running down her spine she spotted the clown standing right behind her. He grabbed her arms and held her still while he sowed her mouth shut so she couldn't scream. She was crying with fear as the clown popped out her eyes and watched the blood run down her face. All she could hear was his laugh ringing in her ears. She couldn't see, speak, or scream. She was doomed to die in this hell of ages. The clown watched with a smile on his face as she ran around the building helpless, trying to find a way out.
Her parents reported her missing. The police went to check out the old carnival because someone spotted her car in front of the entrance. They found nothing. But the Private Investigators found her body along with many other missing people all with the same mutilations to their bodies. There was no sign of the clown anywhere. There were left with nothing but a note in Megan's pants that read "Come out, come out where ever you are, you can't catch me...I'm your worst nightmare." It was signed "The Carnival Clown"
By Emerald Green
It started out as a normal day for Megan Demona, getting up, getting dressed, and going to work. Unknown to her, life as she knew it would change forever.
It was Monday morning and Megan was driving to work with a few friends. Everything was going as planned. After work they planned to go shopping at a local store. Monday's were the slowest days of the week for Megan and she was glad to have her friends with her.
As they were driving down the highway a black 1964 Chevy ran straight into the driver's side of the car. A person walking on the side of the highway happened to have seen the wreck and called the police and the EMS. They arrived shortly after they were called to action. The other three girls in the car were pronounced dead at the scene of the accident. Megan was the only survivor. The man in the Chevy disappeared before anyone got there.
She returned to work a week after the accident. No one knows how she survived. The week progressed and she went on with her life as normal. One day when Megan was walking down her street, she spotted a man in a clown suit. She had heard a few days before about a serial killer that wore a clown suit and killed his victims in amusement parks. But this didn't scare her, or at least until the clown manically grinned at her. She turned around to catch her breath and when she turned back around the man had mysteriously disappeared.
Once again everything was normal. She took a drive to Ohio to visit her parents, feeling slightly nervous to be in a moving automobile after the accident. As she drove she passed by an old abandoned carnival. To her it looked like something you would see in an old horror movie, equipped with an old Farris Wheel, a House of Mirrors, an arcade, and old wooden rollercoaster, and even one of those fun houses with the scary psychopathic clowns painted on the walls. this place gave her the creeps. As clueless as she was, this place would be her grave.
When she was about 50 minutes from her parents' house, she spotted a man on the side of the road out of her peripherals. She was too far away to see clearly who the shadowed man was. She decided to pull over to catch a glimpse of who the man could be. She made a very bad mistake, because as she pulled over she recognized this man as the manic clown she say that one day down her street. In fear she stepped on the gas and sped off towards her parents' house.
Finally after her freakish detour, she arrived. She gave her parents a big hug and went to unpack her things and get settled after the drive. She sat in the living room with her mom and dad and there was a knock at the door. "Who could this be so late at night," her mom said as she went to answer the mysterious knock. When she opened the door there was no one there. Megan looked out the window and with terror she turned away. The man had followed her there! What was she to do? She looked back at the window and the man had disappeared again!
Minutes after she decided to take a bath and go to bed, she was too afraid to sleep so she laid in her bed. She closed her eyes and the images of the carnival swarmed her mind. She could see dead children playing, and their dead parents dancing, and the manic clown laughing. His laugh wasn't any old evil laugh, it was horrible, it was cracked and dry, it was so high pitched it would blow your eardrums out. Megan awoke, and almost leapt out of bed. She turned on the T.V. and a news report was on the man, a picture of him staring her dead in the face laughing his maniacal laugh. Fear coursed through her bones. She didn't sleep the rest of the night.
The next morning her mother knocked at the door to tell Megan that breakfast was ready. She opened the door for her mother and they walked to the kitchen Breakfast was quiet, her father was reading the paper as he always did even when she was a child, and her mother was serving eggs and bacon to everyone sitting at the grand oak table in the large colorful dining room. Megan sipped on her orange juice and took a bite of a soft, delicious, homemade blueberry muffin. Her mother decided to break the silence.
"Megan, how did you sleep last night?"
"Just fine" Megan replied respectfully.
She didn't want her mother and father to know about the fear she had last night.
She didn't feel like spending the day in the house so she took a drive to the old carnival and go look around inside it. When she arrived she opened the door unsure of what would happen. Something about that place called to her, like it wanted her there. She walked through a gate that read "No trespassing, condemned" as she walked around she would have flashes of the past when the carnival was still around. She could see the rollercoaster running and the happy people screaming with excitement, she could hear the kids in the house of mirrors screaming because someone jumped out at them. She walked over to the fun house with the clowns painted on it. Something was pulling her inside, like an invisible force calling her name.
She walked into the building slowly, looking around at every detail of the walls and the ceiling. She noticed blood stains on the walls and hand prints on the floor. She kept walking spite the fact that the hairs on the back of her neck were prickling. There was a mirror at the end of the room and she looked into it, and with shivers running down her spine she spotted the clown standing right behind her. He grabbed her arms and held her still while he sowed her mouth shut so she couldn't scream. She was crying with fear as the clown popped out her eyes and watched the blood run down her face. All she could hear was his laugh ringing in her ears. She couldn't see, speak, or scream. She was doomed to die in this hell of ages. The clown watched with a smile on his face as she ran around the building helpless, trying to find a way out.
Her parents reported her missing. The police went to check out the old carnival because someone spotted her car in front of the entrance. They found nothing. But the Private Investigators found her body along with many other missing people all with the same mutilations to their bodies. There was no sign of the clown anywhere. There were left with nothing but a note in Megan's pants that read "Come out, come out where ever you are, you can't catch me...I'm your worst nightmare." It was signed "The Carnival Clown"
By Emerald Green
sinless
Sun, oh, sun
your light, it blinds my soul.
It burns my heart,
and now it's a black hole.
I am a creature of darkness.
For only there does the sun not shine.
I am the monster that no one can love.
For I am the paradox to the word sublime.
Would they ever understand the darkness in my heart?
Would they ever understand my affliction.
I am not dark, I am the darkness
I am not a monster, I am the monster.
I am the infection.
I am the sin.
I am the markless.
To Hell I've been.
Born of The Monster
Dictation of the unclean
Drank from the holy
The blood of the Sinless.
I am the darkness.
your light, it blinds my soul.
It burns my heart,
and now it's a black hole.
I am a creature of darkness.
For only there does the sun not shine.
I am the monster that no one can love.
For I am the paradox to the word sublime.
Would they ever understand the darkness in my heart?
Would they ever understand my affliction.
I am not dark, I am the darkness
I am not a monster, I am the monster.
I am the infection.
I am the sin.
I am the markless.
To Hell I've been.
Born of The Monster
Dictation of the unclean
Drank from the holy
The blood of the Sinless.
I am the darkness.
trapped
My breathing quickens
shallowing inhales.
I see my hands whiten
beneath my finger nails.
I hear freedome calling
out beyond the walls.
I feel the heavens crashing
angles that will fall.
Alone I wander off
beyond these earthly gates.
Trapped inside your world
Beyond my earthly fate.
shallowing inhales.
I see my hands whiten
beneath my finger nails.
I hear freedome calling
out beyond the walls.
I feel the heavens crashing
angles that will fall.
Alone I wander off
beyond these earthly gates.
Trapped inside your world
Beyond my earthly fate.
Introduction to my world
Welcome to the world of Emmerz. My name is Emmerz. I will be your tour guide on our adventure. Please keep all children, valuables, and parts of your anatomy inside the ride at all times. Here you will see parts of your worst nightmares, and a few creations of my own. Don't worry, the fear won't last forever. So sit back, relax and enjoy the mayhem!
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