Autumnal Scribbles and Doodles- 💀Spooktober 💀

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Autumnal Scribbles and Doodles- 💀Spooktober 💀

"Shadow creeps up on you,
causes fear and solemn blue.
Darkness with it's mighty roar,
making your fear truly soar.
Tis the time for spooky days,
Until the time for santa's rays ~ "

I'm no poet, just wanted to join xD <3
 
BEHOLD!!!

My masterpiece.

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Darkness envelopes,
Permeates, and then consumes.
There is no escape.


Ps! I also took that photo & applied the filter (some top notch photo editing
right thurr, you see me😤) annnd I made that flimsy box all by my lonesome.
I’m proud of boffum c:
 
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I have, once again, written a rap song

This time, it's about ghosts.

Sing along if you know the words.

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Intro
Shhh...
Don't breathe.
Don't blink.
Don't pray.

Verse 1
I'm the breath in your ear when the room goes cold
The bump in the night that makes you feel less bold
Rappin' in a whisper from the cracks in the mold
Half-man, half-memory, no soul left to hold

Died with a mic in my hand, I ain't leavin'
Screamin' through the ceiling, feedin' on the feelin'
Seepin' in your dreams, no sleep, just demons
Yeah, I hung myself, but the beat kept breathin'

Chorus
You can't bury the beat, I'm already six deep
Still spittin' through the dirt while you try to get sleep
Every dream in the dark, that's just me on repeat
I'm the ghost in the house and the mic's my Ouija sheet

Verse 2
Bitch please, the dead air, static and despair
Say a prayer, I'm right there, breathin' 'gainst your hair
No heaven, no hell, just my cross to bear
I'm the voice of the void and you're stuck in my snare

I ain't Casper, motherfucker, I'm past that laughter
I'm a death walkin' disaster, rap pastor to rapture
I mastered the craft from a noose in the rafters
Now I'm back, hex up for this fuckin' cadaver

Chorus
You can't bury the beat, I'm already six deep
Still spittin' through the dirt while you try to get sleep
Every dream in the dark, that's just me on repeat
I'm the ghost in the house and the mic's my Ouija sheet

Outro
Spooky shit
You still hear me, right?
Good.
Then I ain't gone yet
Boo
 
Bit of a comp out but I have two versions and I would not decide

The Hum: v1

Humming from poles or ears unknown, cutting through the twilight.
Here and there we go again, the pitches rise and fall again.
The static maddens only those who seem to know.


Even in the inner sanctum, safety knows no bounds.
Walls peel like fleshy hands, reaching for the unknowing.
Shadows swirl as lights fade, a simple box at center.


The man crumples down, watching in horror the box before him.
A chair beneath him rots away; all is lost as he sinks in slop.
The room shifts, tones forgotten, memories surface as light is cut.
Silence drifts over everything forgotten; fleshy fingers reach inside.

The Hum: v2

Walking lonely through the twilight, neither here nor there I go.
Humming through the empty twilight, from the poles or ears unknown.
Here and there we go again, the pitches rise and fall again.
The static maddens only those who think they know its whispered drone.


Static maddens only those who hear the voice behind the hum.
Even in the inner sanctum, safety knows no bounds.
Walls peel like the fleshy hands that reach for those unknowing souls.
Shadows swirl, the lights are dying, box within the centre hums.


Man collapses, horror-stricken, box before him burns within.
Chair beneath him crumbles slowly, all is lost, and darkness comes.
Room now shifts, the tones forgotten, memories fade as light cuts out.
Silence drifts, forgetting everything, as fleshy fingers draw within.
 
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