Being Eyeless Jack is waking up with a pounding headache each morning with a bloody nose because you couldn't control yourself last night.
It's laying in bed and getting a sudden craving you can't ignore.
Impulse control? Don't know her.
Dying with your mask on.
Feeling every amount of remorse when you feel the blood coating your hands and dripping to the ground below you... and not knowing why you feel happy.
Doing your best to save the wounded, but only hurting them more.
Eyeless Jack is waking up, surrounded by darkness every day, angered that you had your sight taken from you.
It's wandering through a dark forest, not even knowing what dark is.
Eyeless Jack is sinking your teeth into someone's flesh while they're still alive and screaming.
It's happened so many times you've learned to drown them out.
It's putting on a mask to hide your true self, even though your true self is long gone and withered away.
It's sitting g in a room, curled up and panicking because you don't even know who you really are.
"WHAT AM I?!" You scream, desperate for someone to answer. But nobody ever does.
Not knowing where anyone is at any time.
And in the process, losing where you are.
Art Credit: 0ktavian on DeviantArt
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Creepypasta Aesthetics and Such
RandomThis is just a compiled list of things I associate with certain creepypastas, perhaps a few one shots of my personal canon. Just a simple place for me to gather thoughts and all! ART COVER CREDIT: 0KTAVIAN ON DEVIANTART
