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If you were to look around today, you’d probably think this was a dead site that hasn’t been updated since 2004. The reality is the site was managed using a script called pmachine at the time and it became overwhelming to manage the large number of submissions that we would receive. We had also started a forum or message board about the same kind of topics, where it was much easier for myself and our moderators to manage the submissions in a comfortable environment. This became “Dark Whispers.” Even still, there’s a large number of entries in various topics that I think you’d find interesting to read. If you’re an old member you’ll notice some of your old posts and comments from friends. It’s a bit of nostalgia preserved here for you.

We’ve been planning to revive Darkness.com and have tossed around a lot of ideas in the past. Only recently we’ve really started liking Wordpress and found some themes that we’ll try to customize for our needs. In the meantime, please look around and familiarize yourself with our archives, until we’re back.

– Sire

All around I am engulfed by darkness. My light fades away as memories remind me of you, my love for you. As the Evil One returns night after night, consuming me, filling me with hatred and depression, I think of you and I force myself through the pain. My love for you is never ending. The pain I suffer is a sign that I would die for you. Every night I cry myself to sleep, knowing the Dark One will come and steal away my breath once more. I dream of never-ending pain because I’ve lost you. But yet I press on, hoping to find you and hold you to me. Enticing death lays a promise across my mind, swearing unending love, bringing my suffering to a closure. I know this as a lie. But yet it is so irresistible. I strive to hold your loving image inside me. Death will take me if I cannot have you. The agonizing thought of being without your love sears painfully across my heart. Yet the love inside me burns strongly, never fading, growing stronger, as I lay awake, the Evil One straying from my thoughts…

Are humans just a mistake sent to earth to be observed to see if they were able to survive? Or are they just experiments that some alien thought would be cool to create and watch them to see what they would do? if they are mistakes, are aliens really abducting them to see how they have progressed? or are they trying to figure out thier weakness? or maybe they’re trying to decide whether or not they should reveal themselves to them. Take a look at the humans past….they build…improve….and then destroy. why? I ask you why do the humans do that? they build weapons of mass destruction….then say that those weapons are only for “protection”. the only thing that the humans are “protecting” is nothing. the humans try to make the world “a better place” by stopping crime and putting peope in jail. which then causes more crime since certain people believe that they can “beat” the system. you cant beat the system. the only way to that is to build a better stronger system that can overpower the old one. back to what was said. are humans mistakes? or were they placed on earth to be observed,studied, and disected? What the big question is:
ARE HUMANS MISTAKES?

the dawn of darkness has arrived the dark angel’s prophecy has come true its to time for hummanity to burn in the darkest of hells flamethe one we created with our own mysery, our own despair, our own pity, our own desires,our own belifes. The humans shall forever burn for the death and pain we caused each other. we doomed our selves, we created the dark shadow that will engulf us all in its eternal darkness

i sit on my own in my small black room, a single rose laying on my lap. i listen to the music pouring out my stereo and think about the world, outside my small room, filled with evil nasty faces of people out to get me, out to torture me, to make life living hell just for people who are different… as i think i shrink away into the corner and hug my knees close to my chest, losing myself in my world of paranoia and lonliness, in a world full of black roses surrounding me, with peircing thorns, waitin to pierce into my skin, into my heart.

It was cold and the night air chilled them as they said their final goodbyes. Zack was going to disappear to Florida with his family the next day, and Trish was going to stay there left in her pethitic misery.

Her breath and lips were cold as she reached up to reach his kiss, their last kiss. “You don’t have to go. Stay here and I will just stay away from you. Don’t go. Stay here so I atleast know I will see you again,” Trish pleaded him to stay.

“I have to go, because I love you. I have to go,” Zack sighed, “As much as I know, you really never say goodbye until death. I know I will see you again.” he explained. He raised his hand and gently stroked her hair, gently and passionatly. They stood there, the wind chilling them, stairing deeply into each others hert eyes. Zack pulled Trish to him, grabbing her into a tight hug. “I will never forget you; I won’t let you go. I promise we will see each other again. I will wait for you and come back. We will be together, but not right now. Right now, I have to go make something of my meaningless life, and you, you have to grow up and become that writter you always wanted to be. Right now we have to say goodbye.” He pulled her even closer as they both wept for their long lost love.

He backed away still holding her but from a short distance. He looked at her as though he was seeing deep into her soul. The last of his tears dropped down his face. He kissed her forhead and then kissed her deeply, passionatly, as if to say goodbye. Zack slowly backed away letting her go but not his gaze. He turned and ran and disappeared leaving Trish all alone, the way she would find herself alot over the years. “Goodbye,” she whispered into the still, cold, dark, night.

~ This is just the prelogue to a novel i am trying to write. If you like it plaese let me know and i will sumit more of it as I get it written. Please let me know what you think about my writing. Sorry about the spelling. ~

What ever happened to all the Darkness vets? I was known as Goth Philosipher,Jack The Ripper,and Void In A Hole.If the old crew is out there say something on this thread.
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Posers is just another fucking label!! I personally hate labels. If you label your-self you are just trying to prove something.Posers arent anything they are people like you and me just givin a label. If they want to pretend to be something they are not let them it is their life and it doesnt affect you in any way!!! I think people blow alot of things out of paportion! Live your life and dont try to live someone elses!!

Why do i try to live…. my life is lost to the nothing-ness. I always knew it would i mean if your parents are a drugy and a cheating slut..you would expect a shity life. I ask my self day-ly if i should shoot my fucking brains out cause i dont want to end up like my parents….My older sister is dying not physically but emotionally…..I did look up to her she reminded me of someone great,until she started to do needles. I try to focus them out alot of the times but i only find myself bleeding them away. I dont want to cutt anymore
but i find it hard to quit. I try to forget about it but i only seem to think of it more.I try to quit smoking but i only seem to imagine the toxic waste filling my lungs. I try to do alot of things but all of them ending in disapointment. I wish i could forget alot of things and quit alot of things, but i only seem to think about them more. Is this a sign that i will end up a fuck-up . I try to live honest i do , but everyday that goes by i picture the gun that is stashed away in my closet. I think about the one single bullet. I try not to honest i do.I try alot of things but it doesnt mean i try to hard…………

Life in me, is like living in hell. I hurt all the time and I feel like I’m on fire 24/7. I’m always in the middle of shit and I’m always in everybodies way, but it’s like I love everybody in my life, but yet I hate them at the same time. I wish I could change a lot of stuff that has happened to me, but if I did that, would I still be the same person? I have so many thoughts and so many questions and I don’t know how the hell to answer them. If anyone could help please email me…… PunkBaby4Lyfe@yahoo.com….. Life gets so heavy it feels like that I just want to end it all, but yet I don’t want to lose the ones I love! I’m in a place, like a deep ass hole and I can’t get out. Please somebody talk to me and tell me that I’m not the only one feeling this shit, cause my mom and dad think I’m some kind of freak and my sister thinks I’m crazy! Am I?

Why i drag the cold hard blade acros my skin is much of a mystery to you. Ill keep it to myself locked deep inside my blackend tortured soul. Youll never know how much it hurts but the pain lets me know that i’m still alive, that i’m still real at times when i feel dead and lost to the world.Gone and forgotten. Not like it matters how dimented and truely twisted i am. No you’ll never ask me i write the way i do. Or why i cry alone in the night no ones there and willing ly watching. No one has ever seen me cry. not since i was like 7 years old. It’s weird, like if i was ever sad or something I’d just bottle it all up inside and make evryone beleive i was this happy normal decent child. It was kind of fun pretending to be who i wasn’t. But that diddn’t last long though. Like when i was mabye about 10 yrs old I decided ‘fuck it i just can’t pretend to be who i’m not anymore’ And i guess iv’e been writing since around that time. It’s always been this morbid type of shit. My mom sent me to alll these different counslors and none of them really helped much, they just pissed me off even more. so now dayz i’m like getting more stressed each day. I actually have little spots were my hair is turning white. It kinda sucks but it looks kina kewl.

They call it reality spasm, come purple ghost rising to the ceiling. A blaze of heat, some ferocious trick devouring the mind. Once your there your home, 13 hours to catch the last fall back into your body. Comes like clockwork, a sick joke counting backwards to the punchline. It issues it sentence and once your serving you become a slave to it. Continue reading →

I suppose this isn’t really poetry rather than random thoughts that have to go somewhere other than swimming in my head. Sometimes I just realize the repercusions of things I do to myself and wonder what the fuck is wrong with me… Continue reading →

I have read over a little of these entries, i have found one thing shocking. It is the use of the word posers. What makes a poser a poser? Continue reading →

FUCK!…. what the hell am i doing here… assessing my humaness or uh subhumaness, nah cannot remember. desirable traits of idiocy shine through… so lovely the over dramatic “ooh! i am in so much pain!” types they make me laugh. Continue reading →

I have very strange dreams? Whenever I go to sleep I dream something. Most of dreams are some kind of nightmares. Well, you judge them yourself. Continue reading →

There once was a girl and her name was Lynn
She was born into a very abusive house hold and yet she never tought of running away or thought of killing herself.
She was happy even though her dad would touch her and hit her and her mom walked the streets for money.
Years have passed and her mother killed her father and she was sent to a shelter of some kind she was 3 at this time.
About 10 years has passed and she was never taken in or what ever.There was a young couple just got married but sadly the wife’s child died and they was going to adopt one.They wanted a child about the age of their fist kid.
They found Lynn hidden in the corner behind her toys .
The woman wanted Lynn because she reminded her,of her first child and Lynn was the same age as they 1st kid also.
So they took her home and the grl was so use to the shelter that she would cry at night .The 3rd night there she had enough.AS her mother would walk in something came overher and a rage came out and she killed the lady and twisting her neck so hard it came off of her neck with a silent thump the lady lie lifeless on the ground blood everywhere Lynn went down stairs and had gotten a wood ax and went to the living room where the father fell asleep she hacked him into slices leaving his hand untouched. As she was about to leave she called the cops and said”tonight is the night i was to die”. For some reason they had thought someone busted in and tryed to kill her so they sent local cops to inspect her house. They walked in and there she sat with her father’s hands in her lap rocking back and forward wisphering to the hands.
they took lynn to the hospital and a week later she commited suicide she had hung herself with her sheets.
True story

I am a cutter,and i always try to push the blade down a little harder just to try and die but something in me stops it.I have tried to commit suicide 20 times and almost die on 2. i never wanted this life i never wanted to be born cant i just die and yet after i die will i not hurt anymore? i never know and i am so alone no one knows i cut it is like trying to keep a murder secret it never happens.I know they see the scars on my arms they have walked in on me when i was cutting but all they say is “what are you doing” as if they do not know maybe they like to pretend that i am a perfect child.
I am not.I guess i screwed up their plans and i am sorry.
I have cut and drank the blood and i have walked out with blood on my lips just to see if they even care enough to notice.They dont even look at meI know they know i am a cutter and a vamp at that but why do they not speak the last time i laughed that i can remember was about a year ago that was when i didnt cut but i was a vamp

I AM SORRY I M NOT PERFECT MAYBE YOU CAN STILL LOVE ME????

I feel like the whole world watches and stares, yet in the same breath I have the unfading feeling of invisibility. Having opposite emotions helps me, because when I’m definite on something I act, so this indecision holds me in a dazed limbo. Continue reading →

Holy shit…ok….so, when did the boards all of a sudden wake-up??? Continue reading →

The worls is filled with
Love And Chaos.
What a strange mixture,
For the world today. Continue reading →

Raven hair, crimson lips
Clear blue eyes piercing
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What was it i did? Fuck them, they are just trying to rub my loneliness in my face to no avail of course. My only friend decides to make new friends since we have been apart for so long. it is so painful to watch her move on but it is best for her. Continue reading →

being lonely is not fun it. its an ugly feeling. people who read this would think that its just something hes going thought, but no one should fell this way. some people care that i fell like this sometimes when they try to help me i just tell the to get away and don’t ask again. Continue reading →

It’s kinda’ funny, because when I talk to some of my friends, they tell me that when people first introduced us to one another, that they referred to me as “that one Black punk chick”, but I never really saw myself as being “punk”. Continue reading →

i walk through the eternal shadow that is my life. Where there was light and happyness and hope, now lies darkness and despair. Why can’t people see this? Continue reading →

It was just another plain night. I went for a walk because Dad was out of town again and mom was sleeping already. I had many things on my mind. I missed my father, we weren’t as close as we used to be. Continue reading →

Ever since I can remember, I’ve been different from other kids. I liked girls. I don’t know what is was about them that I liked so much. They were so beautiful and sweet, much sweeter than any guy. I was always taught that stuff like that was wrong. Continue reading →

The mortal temptation of which I speak, who shall be named Arlene, is one such person who thrust’s these jests to others, to guard her spirit and cleanse her mind.
Tears run from her eyes and began to chip away the carefully laden mascara. Continue reading →

Such long and painful day but it does not matter… when i get home and into the shower… i forget even if just for alittle while. i have a permanent sadness because i am always so alone but i tend to ignore what i feel so i suppose it does not matter. my sadness affects the back of my head… Continue reading →