http://slow.writerscafe.org/Pygophiliac The original writings of author GhoulOfGore en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776070906 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You're the one that knows me best.Tell me why I'm depressed. Sleep is impossible,my mind a mess.My thoughts in checkmate,In this game of chess. I try to be happy,With no success.So as you're the one that knows me best.Tell me why am I depressed? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pygophiliac/1425242/ through the foggy mirror glass.He stares at you, as you pass.Evil grin, upon his face.He slinks out, with his case.He stands beside you, while you sleep.Each of your nightmares, he will keep.And when your dreams, set you free.In the mirror he shall be. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pygophiliac/1396995/ I doused the queen,In gasoline.Just to hear her cry.I lit her a*s on fire next,Just to see her die.To bad I was caught and chained,for it would have been swell.to have the chance of a lifetimeand kill the king as well. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pygophiliac/1396992/ Blood soaked bats.Two headed cats.Everything Confined,inside my twisted mind.Hatchets hanging on the walls.On the floor, cracked heads of dolls.There's nothing sane.Inside my mental brain.Children hanging from the trees.Prisoners shifting with unease.There is only red.Inside my wicked head.Body part.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pygophiliac/1396495/ Can you hear the church bells ringing?Each morbid soul singing?In the park,dead children swinging. Each strand of life,their clinging.In the darkness,they come to life.Their rows of teeth,as sharp as knives.They smile,Grinning eye to eye.Screaming, Howling,Their war cry.Red lights flashing thro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pygophiliac/1396195/ There once was a girl who lived on my street.It was only by a ChanceThat I were to meet.little Susie saint.Her hair was of Gold, her eyes a sweet blue.And from the first sight,I knew what to do.Little Susie saint.I wanted to rob her of her damned purity.So she would forever ,dance with the dirty.Lit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pygophiliac/1395871/ "God is good""God is great"These types of things,I've come to hate.Pushing religion onto me.Each assault from family.They force the bible into my brain.Feeding me scriptures and ignoring my pain.Everyday always the same,"Say your prayer, God shall reign."I don't want to be a toy to claim.I'd rather .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pygophiliac/1395734/ Here I sit in my empty roomWhere I can still smell my mom's perfumeIts not as strong as it used to beNot since mom left you seeDaddy hit her a few weeks agoAnd since then mom has yet to showDaddy said they had a small rowAnd that she'll be right backBut what does he knowAnd now I'm moving from my ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pygophiliac/1395276/ A battle between the good and bad http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pygophiliac/1395259/ She loves the way I dig in deepIn the sheets the blood will seepNever will she cry or screamonly moans corrupt this dreamEvery whip I snap against herbreaks her skin"More" she'll whisperShe loves it when she's tied and boundI'll watch and wait for her breakdown"Please, Oh please" She'll beg to me"hu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pygophiliac/1395214/ trick or treatthey ask so sweet.With underlying depths to eat,the candy hidden in your soul.You know what they want.They want control.The demons hidden behind smiling faces.Evil motives in evil places.They want to prowl your deepest thoughts.To share you secrets, and weak spots.To plant your mind wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pygophiliac/1395210/ Now I lay me down to sleepI pray the lord my soul to keepGuide me safely through the nightand wake me with the morning lightNow I lay me down to sleepI pray the lord that I will not weepFor mother's surgery failed tonightShe will not wake to the morning lightNow I lay me down to sleepwith a bottle o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pygophiliac/1395208/ Forever sleepingIn my coffinnot quite rememberednot quite forgotten.I lay here quietFeeling onewith the EarthDreaming of the futureAnd my next birthAm I worth the world's timeTo swallow me upor will I foreverswim in death's cupThe wine so thickthe color of brickwith tears in my eyesI cry out to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pygophiliac/1395207/ I checked the mail todayand what I found made me swayA baggy wrapped up oh so nicewith a bow on top tied perfectly precise. Whoever could be oh so kindto send a gift to a curious mindI shook it and squeezed itand sniffed it toobut what was insideI had no clue.so I ran insideand quickly unt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pygophiliac/1395206/ tightly boundto the chairas wicked laughter fills the air.Oxygen clottingin my chestI try to breatheI try my best.But no matter how hardI push my voiceIt seems I have no other choicebut to sit aloneand atonefor all the things Ive come to known.Although I wantto know why I have to die&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pygophiliac/1395196/ There she lay on the ground.Not a peep not a sound.She will not miss those eyes of hersso I cut them out, without a word.My vision blurs as my excitement peaksAnd I watch the blood stream down her cheeksA smile rips into my faceLaughter ringing throughout the space.I know she's deadI know she's gone.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pygophiliac/1395193/