Undiscovered Imperfection by xPuppetStringsx, literature
Literature
Undiscovered Imperfection
Prick, prood, cut and spade,
How long will it take?
Here, there, You're never still.
Places, Places. Highway lights.
How long will it take and how many fights?
Two, Four, Six, Eight,
Take my hand that you won't appreciate.
Tip, Top, Tick, Tock,
Time is clicking down.
Just leave me here if you want me to drown.
Roads, Lights, Heart is shattered.
It's not too hard to see your battered.
Is it me? Is it you?
Put my veins together with glue.
Bark, Bark, Bark, Smack.
There's your only friend; Never coming back.
You'll never see them again.
Hit, Knock, Hit, Yell,
Is life better? Is it worse? I never can tell.
Night, Day, Night, Eve.
Now I kn
Fevers running high,
Endeavors, lone and somber,
Burning ever-so high in the sky,
All of us, Left to wander.
Why here? And why now?
We can hear a pidder-padder of sound,
Earth's destruction here, Taking a bow,
By the dearest bullet casings hitting the ground,
Lost our family, Lost our head.
The stench of death in the air,
Stomping on ground we thought we'd never tread,
Peace has never been so rare,
It was just that,
Peace that lead to destruction,
Were they royals? Or just sadistic rats?
Perhaps someday it may be the beginning of reconstruction,
Either way, Sad as it may be,
Beautiful buildings now covered in rust,
We may never
Come sit near me, by this crackling fire,
"Tis' one such as you to listen?",
"Alas, Dost you know not? I am here to inspire."
"Oh, Stranger with eyes so hollow, Tell me thusly, what is here to stay and what is here to follow? ",
"To follow. " Said I,
Stating the question he asked looking beyond his chamber window and into the night sky,
"What is to follow is your only demise."
The poor sod puzzled and slumped in his chair,
"Wise one, Is death my fate.. Or my rise?"
Laughed I, arising to stoke the flame.
"No. Only your answer as it travels thither here soon. ",
" I do not remember more. Except before you. "
As he spoke up, with such p
Undiscovered Imperfection by xPuppetStringsx, literature
Literature
Undiscovered Imperfection
Prick, prood, cut and spade,
How long will it take?
Here, there, You're never still.
Places, Places. Highway lights.
How long will it take and how many fights?
Two, Four, Six, Eight,
Take my hand that you won't appreciate.
Tip, Top, Tick, Tock,
Time is clicking down.
Just leave me here if you want me to drown.
Roads, Lights, Heart is shattered.
It's not too hard to see your battered.
Is it me? Is it you?
Put my veins together with glue.
Bark, Bark, Bark, Smack.
There's your only friend; Never coming back.
You'll never see them again.
Hit, Knock, Hit, Yell,
Is life better? Is it worse? I never can tell.
Night, Day, Night, Eve.
Now I kn
Fevers running high,
Endeavors, lone and somber,
Burning ever-so high in the sky,
All of us, Left to wander.
Why here? And why now?
We can hear a pidder-padder of sound,
Earth's destruction here, Taking a bow,
By the dearest bullet casings hitting the ground,
Lost our family, Lost our head.
The stench of death in the air,
Stomping on ground we thought we'd never tread,
Peace has never been so rare,
It was just that,
Peace that lead to destruction,
Were they royals? Or just sadistic rats?
Perhaps someday it may be the beginning of reconstruction,
Either way, Sad as it may be,
Beautiful buildings now covered in rust,
We may never
Come sit near me, by this crackling fire,
"Tis' one such as you to listen?",
"Alas, Dost you know not? I am here to inspire."
"Oh, Stranger with eyes so hollow, Tell me thusly, what is here to stay and what is here to follow? ",
"To follow. " Said I,
Stating the question he asked looking beyond his chamber window and into the night sky,
"What is to follow is your only demise."
The poor sod puzzled and slumped in his chair,
"Wise one, Is death my fate.. Or my rise?"
Laughed I, arising to stoke the flame.
"No. Only your answer as it travels thither here soon. ",
" I do not remember more. Except before you. "
As he spoke up, with such p
Hello Everyone! It's PuppetStrings! And I am no mere Puppet-Master when it comes to uncovering the truth about things people have buried! I try my hardest to bring true facts to Creepypasta and their dark secrets that have been hidden for too long! Sleep Tight, My Puppets! (X)
Hmm. I don't know why I wrote this. Perhaps I'm too much of a sucker for poetry! (I promise all of you I wrote a title... It seems to have double crossed me there.)
°Reaper° https://www.deviantart.com/xpuppetstringsx/art/Untitled-673058278
I was reading along on Quotev, and I myself am not a skeptic, however, I did encounter one. They had gotten into a small bicker with another user about your content being solely made for entertainment purposes. I myself never really had a strong standing on my belief in the fandom, but this kinda struck me hard. You're such a loving person, and you truly care about your fans. I know you'd never want to lie to us, especially when you continuously give out new material, with evidence so strongly supported, that it would seem impossible for someone to just "make that up." Of course, there's ALWAYS the chance something is fake. Life as we know it, could simply be a hologram, or simulation. But I do have a lot of faith in you, and I just wanted to know if what they had said was true or not. Is it really all for fun? For entertainment? Or is there really something more?