The "Dark Thread" *Possible Trigger Warning*

***PLEASE READ FIRST***
I've decided to make this thread so that there can be a safe place where users/alters can discuss "dark" topics of interest (such as horror movies, things that someone wants to do but never will/can, etc). This is for everyone, littles included, but it IS NOT for littles/other alters/users who are easily scared, who are easily triggered (in a bad way), who are not into "dark" or scary topics, etc. This thread also DOES NOT condone ANY behaviours brought up on here to be carried out!

IF YOU THINK THIS THREAD COULD ENCOURAGE ANY THOUGHTS (of violence, crime, etc.) TO BE ACTED UPON, IT IS PROBABLY BEST THAT YOU DO NOT READ/PARTICIPATE IN THIS THREAD.

I am not trying to be rude, I am only trying to make this thread as safe as possible. (For those who question why a thread like this is "needed", mostly I am trying to help the Littles' thread to not be taken over by Trigger Warnings or make other littles skip over too many posts/pages and things like that).

I will be including a Massive Trigger Warning meant to "cover" the entire thread (please see/read below), because another purpose of this thread is to not have to write "Trigger Warning" in every post.

With that said, I give you, The Dark Thread.

***TRIGGER WARNING FOR THE ENTIRE THREAD***
**Will contain "dark" and/or scary topics/subjects.
**Will most likely contain mentions of horror movies, violence, death, serial killers, thoughts that cannot be acted upon, etc.
**Will possibly contain mentions of crime/s, criminals/criminal mindsets, religious/ritual aspects, sexual aspects (such as the word "wh*re"; I will still ask for a Trigger Warning in posts if there is going to be mention of r*pe), emotional aspects (such as anger), other peoples' emotions- in general in the outside world, NOT other people on this site, (such as fear), etc. **

ah... a place for those who are not of the light... it happys the day to see it...

here is the killer poem i have made and spoke of in the other thread...

it’s an illustration of my affection
that i feel no need
for protection;
i won’t summon just anyone
to bed with me
until daybreak comes...
i should command you to go away
and caution you
it’s not safe to stay, but
i am confident this one night
when you promised me
it will be all right...
you surely cast a powerful spell
for me to believe -
to quell these fears -
but are you readied for my tears?

there’s forever a serial killer
haunting my dreams;
there’s a wayward soul
that’s not as it seems...
there’s often a massacre,
an acidic bath,
the magnetic temptation
toward drawn-out torture...
oh, there’s forever a serial killer
haunting my dreams...

there’s an icebox door
that houses the dead -
a head, or a torso... the killer
aches to taste a morsel;
familiar bites, the priestess rites
to feel the lust
of a sharpened knife...
helter skelter paints the walls -
a commanding voice
sets all the calls...
a lover’s screaming till she’s hoarse
and soon i’ll be dancing
with her corpse...
do you really think
you can hold me down?
stay my strike
to halt me above ground?
and if i bury my knife
could you survive?
oh could you survive?

there’s forever a serial killer
haunting my dreams;
there’s a wayward soul
that’s not as it seems...
there’s often a massacre,
an acidic bath,
the magnetic temptation
toward drawn-out torture...
oh, there’s forever a serial killer
haunting my dreams...
and before your fingers reach
this flesh,
you should know
that the serial killer
has always been
me...

i laugh...
rat

Thanks for sharing that poem. I can see some of myself in that.

*May trigger*
I go through quite extreme waves of feeling a lot of love towards humanity, wanting to help people, connect people, embrace the diversity and differences of everyone.Then I suddenly change and all I feel is deep, dark loathing for humanity, feeling like everyone is disgusting and wrong and that people only bring about lies and pain and it angers me how there is so much ignorance and wrong doing everywhere.

I'm not a violent person in the slightest. I don't even get into arguments or raise my voice but there's a part of me that feels like it could kill if it had to. I think a lot of this is down to Darren as he is an incredibly angry and hateful person and he often tries to manipulate me into doing acts that I otherwise would never wish to do. My mum was always worried I would turn out to be a serial killer and on some level I hold the same fears. I don't want to hurt people, not really, but I feel so much hatred towards everything sometimes. Darren once planned for us to burn down my school. I didn't want to but he threatened to kill my family. It was such a horrible time in my life and how I managed to overcome it, only being 14-15 at the time, I don't know. That was a very dark time for me.

(Cassidy is not here right now, but she wanted me to post this from the Littles' thread).

tomboy24 wrote:
hannibal, hannibal, hannibal lecter,
feast on the rude and drink blood like nectar.

sweeney, sweeney, sweeney todd,
making pies with ingredients rather odd.


these men are great but they are not real,
often monsters outnumber artists in the real world.

but one is the greatest. never found. a real-life artist.


jack, jack, jack the ripper,
make society face their rotting innards.

make the world see their disgrace,
make humans see their own dark face.



jack the ripper made people see that a respectable appearance means nothing. an education means nothing. a person can seem well-to-do without actually being so. crime profiling was forever changed. people woke up to the horrid conditions the poor were living under. he brought attention to the crimes that were already there by committing his own crimes. young women wasting away, forced to be wh*res to earn money to live. a crime that no one cared about until those women were killed. a crime no one noticed until the ripper made it a "noticeable" crime. his art changed the world. his art changed how people thought and think. jack the ripper is who i would want to be.

So am I aloud to dick around here and say $#%^ that's on my mind or do I have to be artsy? Because I don't do that $#%^ but I have $#%^ to say.

- Jacob

jacob... it is thought so long as you are not enforcing the light, all other words are welcome... or screams... or rages... or yowls... as you would have it...

(Eli- SO)


wow@ the poem. curious. are the 'darker' alters of many of you...also the ones who have the ability to draw the best? someone in my wife can draw in a way that is unexplainable. not even sure who it is at this point. The sexiest fairies, and the darkest of angels. And its so professional she could sell them....makes me think that its most likely Lilith or Lilly, or even Clover maybe.

you one of the ells, man? I keep seeing your guys' posts. Interesting lot, y'all are.

God I had a whole ######6 rant ready about how much I would just love to bash that mom's ######6 face in but god dammit I can't right now. It pisses me off so much that she thinks I'm Gabrielle. I'm nothing like that ######6 idiot. Such a stupid bitch she is. I'd damn well like to yowl and scream but everyone else just keeps me from it. Mostly Eric, that son if a bitch! Everyone loooooves him but he's really a douche hole! "Oooh I'm Eric! I think I'm so great because I'm so old and powerful and active in the system even though somehow I'm not even part of Gabrielle or anyone else!"

-Jacob

Now listen here, brat. I've been known for quite some time now and you know what I've done? I've kept your sorry ass from being locked away in an institution. If we had things your way we would be so doped up on different medications that we'd function even more poorly than we have these past couple of months!

- Eric

Boys, boys. This is not the "argue amongst yourselves" thread! Please behave! Now Eric, I thought you were supposed to be the voice of reason in here, you crazy old codger.

(Maria)

I ain't f#!king artistic. I can't write f#!king poetry and sh!t, but I just came out because Jo had a panic attack and g@d@mn it, there's nothing here to cut up. So Nadia says I need to get it out, figured I would here.

When I get my knives sharpened, I have a f#!king plan that would definitely get the body is prison, so I can't f#!king do it, but I can f#!king dream...

I want to take my knives and go for a walk. Every person that gets more than two feet closer to me or looks at me the wrong f#!king way? F#!king take those blades and slice them open. I want to f#!king feel blood pour over my hands. I want to f#!king hear the screams of pain, rage, sadness.

My f#!king goal is to kill at least twenty people, men and women. No children, not f#!king into that.

I want my knives so f#!king bloody it'll take a day to clean them off.
Amelia

This is a great outlet. So many times I feel like I can't say what is going on inside. I love that poem! I have some nice dark poems to! Thanks for the opportunity to share here - here goes!
**trigger warning and all that Jazz!**
I keep seeing in my nightmares and day dreams 2 alters who kill themselves. It's dark and terrible. I think maybe they did it. Who knows and who cares. I'm still here. My alters made a pact that any part can leave this way if they want. So far we are at 4 who are making exits or a plan. One alter was really upset last week and the last I saw of her, she was standing in a white pantry with shelves full of weapons. I don't ecpect to be seeing her again any time soon. We have good solid rules for leaving, like you can't hurt the body, but if my T knew! Oh God! I don't let anyone talk about it to her. No way. She can't know how bad it is. How many times a day those images flash in my/our head. Whenever my SO is mean to me or whenever I feel like crap. It is nice to see alters standing up for what they want for once. If they don't want to be here anymore - if it's too hard, then they should take the opportunity and bail before it's too late.