The night was clear, but storms were brewing
Far in the distance, their thunderclaps rolling
With ominous tones as I walked through the countryside
To the safety and comfort of my home
It was the hour of midnight as I passed the old church
With its broad wooden doors and expansive estate
And on the very last toll another sound reached my ear
Softly emitting from the cemetery yard.
It was the sound of an instrument, a violin in fact
With a voice that brought me chills through my back and my arms
Sometimes it played sweetly, other times merely shrieking
In the time signature of a waltz.
My curiosity overtook me; I could bear it no longer
I
Letter to Detective S. Cumberland by CorviDeNocte, literature
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Letter to Detective S. Cumberland
Letter to Detective S. Cumberland
Detective,
I read about your recent success in the recovery of the body of Mrs. J Ashfield in the paper this morning. I've decided to take the time to congratulate you on your mediocre performance. This find would make the 9th recovery wouldn't it?
I knew my method of disposal would not be permanent, and I did expect you to find it sometime. Methane was sure to form in the gastric chambers causing the body to rise to the surface. What surprised me was just how little gas it took to cause this phenomenon. I will have to add more weight next time.
You’re the man of the hour detective. This discovery alo
*Note* This letter, along with any others that are submitted, are written by a patient in a psychiatric institution for the criminally insane. This patient has contacted me recently, being his only acquaintance (or at least his only surviving acquaintance) and asked that I release these letters to the public via social media. Due to his status as a convict he is only allowed to refer to himself and his fellow inmates by their identification numbers. This writer is Patient #94. And now, without further delay.
Letter #1
Written: [CENSORED]
Congratulations!
You, my dear friend, have just been given the honorary title of READER. I assure you i
Summer is over and my mind is at peace
So I walk outside with a drag of my feet,
A dust cloud twirls along this desolate road
And this winter story has been written in snow.
The wind is howling and my fingers shake
Snow hits my face while my cold body quakes,
The cold is starting to feel so nice,
Yet I fear that I'm turning to ice.
I stand in this darkened road
As I watch it turn white,
I become buried in snow,
But I will soon break through
At the end of the night.
Through a gap in the fence
they saw each other.
Drawings on the walls
for messages of love.
Images don't matter anymore
as words are the only thing
that can travel
through that gap in the fence.
Whispers of love
and no one else cares.
Still they have not seen each other
through the small gap in the fence,
But of course
all good things must end.
The gap was closed
and their love was lost.
As time erases
their love was lost
and the lovers who met
through a gap in the fence
never got to whisper
their sweet nothings to each other
through a gap in the fence again.
I see you,
You stare back,
My mind is over whelmed,
I thought you ment it when you said you loved me,
But I guess your a lair just like everybody else,
I don't like liars.
So at night I weep then sleep,
Hoping one day I'll be shown someone loves me,
How am I suppose to love wen my mother and father never showed me?,
I look back at yesterday,
We were so happy,
But I cans see the signs of when you changed,
I've always know.
There's always a price to pay,
I can't aford to buy it this time,
So don't ever think for one second I'll ever love again,
'Cause my heart is broke,
My pain is all in the blame of your name.
Chained were my hands of ebony
an unseen weight, eternal scars
My past and future thus entwined
but in Hell- beauty- I would find.
A heart imprisoned sang for love
in blended colours and strokes of paint
My soul it soared in this one skill
aflame with dreams I could not fulfill.
And with all talent there comes a curse
for dark eyes spied my treasured world
And brought I was before a dove
so beautiful; I fell in love.
Each contour, each curve on canvas white
were mirror'd in crimson across my heart
Blind in her light, I could not see
That love would be the death of me.
Her delicate eyes, soft pools of blue
saw not my colou
Sometimes we don't understand why things happen to us.
Sometimes we do, I just want to know why I deserve so much of my mothers hate.
I've screwed up alot..... We all do. But I just feel like i'll never be able to live anything down.
No matter what.... And i'm slowly drownding in everything.
But its okay this time. I'm not scared to die like I was when I was a child.
Death is my friend just coming to bring me peace. He will bring us all to rest eventually.
So don't cry.... Smile when he comes... Because I know i'm smiling right now...
No onw can take this happyness from me, I can... finally i'm free . I regret nothing now...
Sauve ma ange,
R