the slaughter house and other art stuff.

I do different things, drawing, writing, esc. I may post somethings I'm working on. I'll have to decide on that but it's nice to meet whoever sees this post.

I'm currently working on a project called the Slaughterhouse about 15 people who are trapped in a exitless windowless facility.

It's a high stakes psychological horror/thriller mystery that explores the themes of PTSD, trauma, memories, perspectives, and what it really means to grow as a person. It's pretty dark and ment to be surreal as the main character struggles with anxiety based hallucinations.

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A buissness that consists mostly of me

I make myself freinds

Invite them to tea

And get myself secrets

With secrets you see

I make myself money

With the wells all about

Unfortinetly eventully

the water runs out

And when it runs out

The well runs dry

Sure its my fault

That I can’t deny

But I ain’t a killer

That much you can trust”

The room looked at lisa in utter disgust

It isn’t fair

The face I have on

The mask I must ware

To keep people happy

To make people scared

So no one can hurt me

So I’ll be prepared

Its just so

Its always so

Exhausting

I know its a lie

I saw something you see

So you wont just die?

Something I shouldn’t see

“I’m a monster”

“No your not”

“I’m a coward”

“no, just stop!”

There's nothing wrong with you

Your who you want to be

Its hard to just be you

When no one sets you free

We do what we must

We have to survive

Though we’re not ment to live

Weather they want us to die

At least we're together

Can be coffin bound

Even if we end up 6 feet underground

So come take my hand

And say a few prayers

Though god probably won’t hear

Even if he’s there

medicine…

medicine…

Someone stole my medicine…

I know who

I know exactly who

He stole it!

He steals everything

Desprite hands rummage through Old creaking droors

The mind unravels as the images run through a slightly aged brain

Children ageing, creating, stealing, living, and dying

Dying

Dying

Disappearing and becoming a stranger

Someone you’ve never seen

Someone you didn’t know exsited

The brain repeats and wanders

Wanders

Wanders

Medication

Wheres that damned medication?!?

Another peice of hair falls out

He did this

He’s sucking the life out

Its all for him

Not me

Focus on me

Like you used to

I’m in charge

I’m your god

I’m your creator

Your supposed to listen

Why won’t you listen

It isn’t fair

It isn’t fair

The face I had on

The mask I must ware

To keep people happy

To make people scared

So no one can hurt me

So I’ll be prepared

Its just so

Its always so

As collected as a bee

As patient as a woman

Who wants coffee for free

As scary as a pomeranian

As giant as a shrew

As calm as a cat

As clear cut as a clue

These would be the best way

To describe our hot blooded friend

Whos complaints for accommodations

Never seem to meet their end

Who seems to know the point

Of “words hurting like stones”

But doesn't quite get past

Hurling some of his own

Yes, life with steve’s not easy

Its really rather tough

Though I look towards the day,

When someones had enough

Long-haired and very tall

She seems to know no fear 

And she most certainly won’t stall 

To call you out for lying

Or acting like a pig

Most people find her scary

Though no one quite knows what she did

guessing from my missing wallet

She’s likely a packrat

But I don’t think she can help it

she always gives it back

Her father doesn’t like her

says something bout her isn’t right

I hear them yelling through the halls 

Through the days

And through the nights

I don’t know why he’s always mad

He calls her "a failure of a man"

But what makes her a failure

I don’t quite understand

A Russian is my roommate

A Russian with glass eyes

So blue those eyes seem hollow

Like there’s something dead inside

She never really talks

To me or anyone

But her eyes will quickly brighten

At the mention of a gun

I’ve never heard her voice

So I wouldn’t know the tone

I’ve told her many things,

As I start to feel alone

I tell her that I’m worried

I mention everyone’s so big

I talk about Don Turner

I tell her he’s a pig

I tell her I have a feeling

that something’s very wrong

I tell her my dad would have protected me

I wish he wasn’t gone.

All the while she just lays there

As quiet as a turd

And judging by her misty eyes

A small bottle of scotch

A plastic diamond ring

A model railway train

A odd rectangle thing

A floral covered lighter

A cup thats made for two

A tiny hotel bible

A music box missing a screw

6 balls of home spun yarn

A recipe for buns

A flag from the US

A smuggled bloody gun

A needle for some medication

Supplies for cleaning rooms

A pack of playing cards cards

And a bottle of crafting glue

All things to be used for murder

Sounds stupid, some may say,

But if a person’s crafty

5 posts!

No one to lead your hand

No one to say the news

No one to hear you out

Or bandage up your bruse

Just a dull unwaveing voice

Thats all you’ll ever get

Its not hard to understand

So why are you upset?

Your call was not recived

Leave your message at the tone

Why haven’t you acepted

That your traped, and your alone?

Is it cause your dear old veiwers

Won’t know the things you see

The truth can not be heard

As your heart begins to bleed?

Your call was not recived

Leave your message at the tone

Why haven’t you acepted

That your traped, and your alone?

Is it cause he always awnsers

Cause he’d call you every day?

No matter if your close

Or so very far away?

Or maybe, theres a chance

Because it targets you

The people that you love

May become a target to

A silver pin will glimmer

Upon a lucky hat

You have to make it out

So he can give it back

Your call was not recived

Leave your message at the tone

Why haven’t you acepted

That your traped, and your alone

And that is why you call him?

Hoping that radio voice will play

Hoping that he hears your stories

Don turner was big you see.

When most men should be

At least 7 ft, 3

Donny was a striking 8 ft, 4

And a smile that was anything but poor

With long black hair and bright white teeth

He was loved by everyone he’d meet

His eyes were gray and cloudy

But no one seemed to mind.

He was a chiropractor

(He specilized with broken spines)

He’s a vey good repairman

And he’ll help everyone in need

(Hes so skilled in robotics

Because he has a phd)

He quickly became our leader

Expected for a man so tall

Yes,everybody loves him

Everything's fuzzy

Everything hurts

The cold wind

The darkness

All my muscles

Motionless

I open my eyes

Barely

Barely open my eyes

As I look through the room

A room that's not mine

A room that shouldn't exist

I stumble, slowly

Trying to get to my feet

The light pours in as thousands of confused faces stare back at me

Some hollow

Some warm

Some cold

All screaming the same thing

"Who are you?"

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