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Welcome to the group! Everyone is welcome to post any kind of DARK, gothic, creepy, scary, horror, and or gory art they want!
Fan art of any kind is also welcome - as long as it is dark in some way! the definition of dark is not rigid or strictly here either. it can be light and humorous "dark" as well.
We also LOVE Tim Burton here so you are welcome to post ANYTHING Tim Burton related or inspired!
Also anything Halloween related is welcome as well!
If folders get full please message me directly (owner), as i don't come here very often.
The ONLY Rules!
- Please upload to the appropriate gallery folder. If you aren't sure which, feel free to ask. There is also an "other folder" if you're not sure.
- have fun!
- don't be afraid of the dark
also feel free to check out my etsy shop! I make zodiac, new age, wiccan, pagan, and gothic jewelry, charms etc.
The Bedlam of SilenceThe unending pain,The Bedlam of Silence by RabidOctopus
the monotony of it all.
It drives me insane,
tearing my soul asunder.
The quietness of this place,
the unending silence.
Madness I do embrace,
to kill the agony inside.
I hear them whispering now,
the voices I cannot escape.
They will keep their dark vow,
and I will not escape them.
But it never goes away,
the maddening silence.
The torture is here to stay,
to bring me back to Infernum.
EnvyThrough bleary eyes he saw the stars; bright, beautiful, ever shining spots of light staring down upon him, taunting, jeering; that he was not as bright, not as beautiful as they, for they saw themselves as superior, better; they looked down on he, a small, insignificant wretch, grotesque in its mere being –those stars had been there at their undoing, been laughing from beginning to end, through every loathsome quarrel –through his contemptible brothers bettering themselves above him, his sons...Envy by MortNevermore
Through bleary eyes he saw the moon; full this night, its silver beam illuminating the Land, its greatness gazed upon by every waking being, magnificent, mighty –how he hated it; for its brilliance and splendour, its captivating hold on all -hated, HATED it!
Through bleary eyes he saw himself. Wretched, pitiful, the epitome of his kind. What a vile beast he had become, what a vile beast he was in the reflection of that frozen lake into which he so vainly stared –it so c
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