Kreepy's Collection
 

The following are submissions I had posted back when I was a literary artist on Dodian as well as a few new ones. I'm happy to give feedback to anyone and help those who wish to develop their writing skills.

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I Myself


I myself, a tool that’s constantly abused,
I myself, give but do not take,
I myself, am a tool.

Taking pieces from me,
That distinguishes my very existence,
That makes me, me,
That makes you, you.
I myself, am a tool.

Pulling my strings,
Going into the, now hallow, me,
You made this,
You made me the tool.

I myself, tool for everyone to use.
I myself, a tool that’s constantly abused,
I myself, give but do not take,
I myself, a tool.

I do not think,
I do not breathe,
I don’t do anything unless ordered,
For I am tool.

The hallow being,
That you’ve all created,
The hallow being,
That you all hated,
I myself, are a tool.

I myself, am a tool,
That is used more each day,
I myself, am a tool,
I cannot think nor pray.
I myself, am a tool,
I can not even pretend.
I myself, am a tool,
This needs to be the end.

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Consider Your Existence

That what you call a life,
Consider your existence,
Ended with a knife.

It’s your gift from god,
That ‘true’ entity,
A gift from above,
Doesn’t make sense to me

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La Da



Music in my head,
La da, La da,
Tears, streaming crimson red.

Music to my ears,
Humming a delightful song,
Screams reflect their fears,
Chaos, shows their lifelong

Fear.
Growing with every burst,
Fully automatic,
Quenching my thirst.

Metal crusaders,
Dance across the crowd,
Entertainment like this,
Is it even aloud?

Silence,
Engulfs the room,
The smell, Oh the smell,
A wonderful fume.

Tossing their savior,
I left the dead,
Humming a sweet tone,
In my psychotic little head,
La da,
La da,
La da.

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Sin Symphony


Along with a skull.
Watch me laugh psychotically
As I kill’m all.

A few scream in pain,
A few give a whimper,
A few call out for help,
Setting off my temper.

Pulling down the trigger
Becoming my friend death.
Bathing them in sin
Till there was no one left.

A smile dances across my lips
As sirens grow closer.
They will see my sin symphony
For I am the Kreep composer.

There arrived my audience,
Watching me so close.
“Sir drop your weapon”
“Look what I composed!”

“Sir drop your weapon!”

“Listen to the sin,
Just feel the beat.
Look at what I created
Admire my feat!”

I tried.

Composing once again,
Being cut short,
By my own audience,
By my own support.

Gunned down.

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Wall Of Stone

Many scratch at my wall of stone,
Many attempt to see what lies,
Behind the heart,
My
Wall of stone.

Only two have passed.
Only one struggled.
They fought to gain entry,
Happy, to what they seen.
The other sneaked in,
Didn’t know at all,
Abused what lay in,
My wall of stone.

The other didn’t care,
Slashing at what they could,
Slashing at what no one had seen.

As the other departed,
They left nothing,
Nothing behind my wall of stone.

The one who struggled,
Gain entry,
Found the scars.
Tended to them.
From darkness,
They formed light.
Formed happiness,
A place to be.

The other slipped passed,
Yet again,
Behind my wall of stone.
To destroy it once again.
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