I'm sure some of you have heard of Pine Ridge, South Dakota. If not, it's a Lakota reservation that's near the Black Hills of South Dakota and it's one of the places that help perpetuate the stereotype of Native American reservations being bad places to live due to the poverty, homelessness, crime such as rape and murder, drug use, alcoholism, child abuse, and the most infamous of the problems, suicide. Sadly, it's mostly teenagers or younger who commit suicide.
One of the beliefs in the Lakota tribe is a type of suicide spirit called "Walking Sam" or "Tall Man" as he is also called. Walking Sam appears as a 7 foot tall man, who has a lean f
Tonight I'll spread my wings
And I'll let the scars fly free
The blood from my arms will not drop in vain
The tear stains will not go unseen
Because tonight I'll end it for good
I won't spend another night feeling like this
But I don't want to be blamed for my new entity
I've been lost from day one, an outcast
I want it to be gone from me
Separate the body and soul
Tear it from its base
Suck every last breath out of my lungs
Rip the heart from my chest
I want to close my eyes and not see a speck of light
I want to elude gravity and take any happiness I have left with me
Let me leave the sorrow behind the bars from which I am caged
I w
It's now skin and bones for beauty
No more inwards, only exteriors count
It's now single thoughts that are driven
No more passion for aid
It's now the death of the starving
No more feelings to cease it
It's now the splitting of a species
No more unity under one flag
It's now the lack of knowledge
No more ambition to excel
It's now pride that keeps us apart
No more love for the common man
It's now a gift for only the worthy
No more sincerity for the suffering
It's now only for the ones close to us
No more honor in our hearts
It's now as battered as our inner circle
No more freedom walks our streets
It's now a massacre of torment
No more jus
The devil's thoughts are ensnaring my brain
I am held down by the iron grip that he bears
I'm being forced into a world of pain
His evil doings are creeping into my subconscious
I am desperately clawing away
But I'm exactly what he says
A selfish pathetic piece of trash that I am
No one is here to hold my hand, no one wants to rescue the hostile one
Not even the meek spiritless one
I'll sink deeper into his greed
The sun no longer dares to graze my skin
For nothing but the ice soil embraces me
The dead cannot move but I'm frantically thrashing to get out
I'm not meant to be here, it was all the devils idea
I am at his mercy, like his pers
cattle to the slaughter
chains tinkering against the metal runway
in submission, they march-
but one, she's a martyr.
head steady, she parks in the back,
content; albeit she knows she'll be on the meat rack.
the ride's rocky, jerking her about
into bars and sweat and shrieking hogs.
round 'em up, bring 'em on down;
shhh, dear heart; they'll know if you pound
and into a patty, you'll be ground.
lift your head higher.
obey the constraints;
an orchestra against the metal.
but don't drag your legs-
one heifer strumbles and loses her head.
they said 60 days
for the craze to fester in her head.
beneath the guillotine's claw,
barely dignified st
Happily Ending by Thediamondintherough, literature
Literature
Happily Ending
I'm drowning within an ocean of black ice,
Frozen waves cherish me
As they take my breath away,
What a beautiful dream.
I drown in silence and I can't get enough,
Struggling is agonizingly wonderful,
I never want to wake up from this dream,
Can you even see the waves wrapping around me?
As my lungs fill up and collapse,
I finally know how to smile,
Sinking into the darkest depths,
Yet I feel as light as a raven's feather.
I'm drowning,
Drowning and drowning,
I let myself drown in this midnight sea
And it's soothing.
So I drown
And drown
With a smile just for you.
How To Summon A Ghost Ritual by godofwarlover, literature
Literature
How To Summon A Ghost Ritual
People have been trying to make contact with the dead for centuries ever since the first person died. Many have tried to use several forms to contact the dead from soothsayers and psychics, to the most popular, the Ouija Board. The results vary from time to time, and no one knows if it can actually work. But there is an unknown way to summon the ghost of those who've passed away. The following method is a guide to summoning a ghost.
1. Go to your local graveyard and find the person (who is obviously deceased) you want to talk to.
2. Wait until the witching hour which Midnight or 3:00 a.m. since that is when the veil between the living and t
Dark strangers offer you gems of gold in a world of red
That glimmer and shine with envious desires
Such hypnosis of delight and wonder paint over your eyes
While your fragile frame decays with idolization
Blinded with their pigments of fading sapphires, your trust in them grows rampantly
Leaving behind numb voices to follow
So willing to endure metamorphosis
To blend into parades of savagery
You cut souls into pieces as sacrifice
To convince them of your talent
Only now you are the one to bleed
As they play Judas and you founder under their domination
For shady morrows now shed true lamentation
As your being is overflowing with poison
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