The light at the end if the hallI lay alone in this dark room. My wrist and ankles are strapped down. I don’t know how long I’ve been here or why. All of my memories and dreams are mixed together to the point where now I can no longer tell fantasy to reality.The light at the end if the hall by harleyquinnsfunhouse
I sometimes think of what the perfect life would be. I imagined it as living in a world full of light and where everyone is happy. But in the end it is only a dream.
I try to ease the pain by sleeping but the gorish images inside my mind keep me eternally awake.They taunt me with their ghoulish grins as they dismember their victims.
I call out to them saying “hear me! listen to me!” but they never do no one ever does. Here in this dark room of padded walls you are truly and utterly alone with no hope of escape.
There is only one tiny shred of hope in this place of despair. It is the light at the end of the hall. It seeps in through the small w
A letter to the human race Dear human race,A letter to the human race by harleyquinnsfunhouse
I watch you invisibly from a world long forgotten. It is a gray place where nothing will grow and light dare to enter. Even so I love it here, it is a reflection of my very being. It is a kingdom of nothingness where I am king.The most wonderful part is a mirror that reflects the events of the earth.
I sit and watch as your world dissolves into madness. I watch you drowned in it as you try to make it to the top. Even so you refuse to give up and continue to live your ever shortening life. Why do you try? I’ve tried to take the pain away but you evade me every time. How long can you go on like this? When will you just realize this is useless and just give up!
You are all such a hopeless creatures, you never learn your lesson. Even with thousands of years of written history you never once tried to understand what went wrong. Instead you Pride yourselves
A midnight journey It was the dead of night as I walked through the dark forest. It was thick with bare spindaily trees and rotting underbrush. My flashlight had gone out long ago leaving nothing but the pale light of the moon to light my path.A midnight journey by harleyquinnsfunhouse
My mind was still and focused with the task a head. I began to hear soft static noise as I got closer to my destination. In addition the atmosphere became full of despair and the smell of death was everywhere. Even so I trudged forward,fearful of what was to come.
Finally I arrived at a small clearing with trees surrounding it. In the center was a single small grave stone. I slowly walked towards it, knowing what would happen next. Just as I predicted a tall thin faceless man appeared directly behind the grave. I stopped and reacted out my hand to him saying “leave! let me honor the dead in peace.” He responded in an ice cold tone.