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The Priest by Morgasmus, literature

Auguries Of Carcosa by Morgasmus, literature

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Auguries Of Carcosa

The dreaded city of Carcosa, is my new dwelling. It's aphotic streets are my domain. There are housed many dwellers who endure the endless pain. I have tried with my labors to frustrate death, but in vain. I still became an inhabitant of this lieu. But breath of death has given me new life in the dreaded city of Carcosa. Though oblivion was a worthy sequel to my career, I had envisioned it as an end and not this, this travesty of existence. Gnashing, screaming and churning of stomach is a paltry effort at naming the tremendous pain that dwarfs all humanly perceivable notions of pain in existence. But all that is known about the dreade

What is real to you by Morgasmus, literature

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What is real to you

The computer screen turns on, I sit in my chair, in my prison. The tint light coming from a window illuminating the room. Everything is dead, still and silent. I turn on music and the scene changes, memories flow like a river. Only this moment at dawn is real to me. I hope it lasts, it's a lie I want to believe in, do you have any lies you want to believe in ? Everything is a mist, people are shadows wafting amidst the thickets of illusions. What I desire resembles dusk's last dying light in winter. It all seems surreal. The vicious cycle repeats itself as I watch others wade through filth and dirt of the world. For my eyes are

The broad road by Morgasmus, literature

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The broad road

I like the broadness of the road, wind ruffling hair. People walking by, trees shaking, grass fidgeting whilst making ripples. It is difficult for heart to bear. Leafs fall onto me. Why do they waft so sadly. Under the shirt they caress the soul. Detached from the branch same as me. Let's sit next to the road my dear, understand that I will return, no need to be bothered. The road has seen the pain it has lost a brother, road laughs now, it doesn't cry. We all leave and the life doesn't even notice. Still I'm without an answer. Why does the flute play so well, fingers tinkle from the bottom to the top with one swoop and last o

The Monster by Morgasmus, literature

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The Monster

It is difficult to fathom, but at night I see things while I transition to sleep, figures and shapes or forms which I do admit frighten me, I'm aware that at that instance mind is playing tricks on me, but they do seem to appear real. The dread with which my soul is filled,the sheer panic induced mind has hard time grasping reality. Instead it tries to flee from imaginary, hallucinatory. I manage to calm myself but at times a cold sweat and shiver runs through me and chilling fear stabs my heart. Like a caged animal I look to the corners as walls come crushing at me, jumping at every glow of light in fear of something stepping out of t

Rose by Morgasmus, literature

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Rose

Oh rose how you mimic life. How beautiful you are and how tragic is your evanescent existence. How one cannot fully enjoy you without bleeding from your thorns and without pulling you out of the ground. How both grim and gleeful you are. You instill grief and convey sorrow as a wreath on a coffin. You remind us how sad life can be. Yet in the hands of lovers and weddings you herald life, harbinger of love. That which you promise entails a fate that everything shares. Oh rose bud you are yet to blossom, you shall bloom and your petals will spread, but like all the rest inevitable is your end. Once scarlet red, the crimson colored beauty will o

Stay by Morgasmus, literature

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Stay

Pvt. Calum Kirkland There is still life in these weak hands. He's holding me as tightly as he can. Hands that would embrace otherwise, now they keep me alive and kill others. Just look around. This is a dead land, cropped with, holes, wires, crosses and sepulchral stones. I'm twitching, flinching from the pangs. In warm pool of my blood. Drenched beneath the waist. My shrieks and wailing more solemn than the last glimmering light of a distant dying star, looming over the endless horizon in the night firmament. We were boys who played war, thinking of adventures. Hoping to be heroes. That hope is long gone and harsh bitterness of the world

Lost and at Peace by Morgasmus, literature

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Lost and at Peace

Letter from Morgan to Rowan My dear Rowan We've been together through thick and thin. You are aware of my long time conundrum. Though we have caroused and roamed the vast lands myriad times. I have always had a laden heart. I'll convey what I feel as concisely as I can and what I feel is sense of being lost. My mind is aloof in a distant sea of musing, drifting further from this world. As my soul teeters on the brink of utter insanity , Only thing tethering me to this reality is the thrill of dancing with death in the pale moonlight. Prodigious dread lurks in my timid heart, which is laden with fear against the nocturnal nightmares that are s

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Lost and at Peace

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June 18
Georgia
Deviant for 11 years
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I'm Nihilist. Nothing and nobody has any purpose and any value, objectively speaking that is. But this doesn't mean that we can not enjoy life and its earthly pleasures, whether it be carnal debaucheries , people or aesthetic beauties.

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Morgasmus

Nov 27, 2019

Higher truth

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We are in a dream, on the shores of eternity, with a view of the shadow of reality. The universe reflecting on itself.We are everything and everything is nothing. An infinite book, where the same pages are incessantly, concurrently perused or observed in detail by the reader. Who vicariously experiences the existence of every puppet of the characters. Being beyond good and evil, this reader, endlessly weaves strings for the puppets, on a dreaded loom. Reaping what it sows, while puppets ponder and stare at the nonpalpable abyss.

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Jul 24, 2017

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May 29, 2015

Musing

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What I'm about to say is nothing genuine and I don't even know why I'm doing it. There is a person towards whom I have bitter hatred who deserved it and another person who does not, in both of the cases what hurts  more is that I failed to let go of the hatred. It's there no matter the day and no matter the condition, I've made mistakes in regards to both of them, but one of them was my friend. I chose honesty and spewed my hatred towards my friend, I viewed care shown to me as self righteous preaching. Even though I heard apologies and genuine good will for all the preaching and bit stern treatment, my mind was filled with frustration from t