Emotionaldecay Stories

Reminder this is a Fan base chromasylum universe This ward is the first gate in the Chromasylum, and it's not just dark-it's a funeral for your former self. If you're looking for healing or clarity, turn back. The Black Ward is for those who've already broken... and decided to walk anyway The Black Ward | "From despair, something sharp still survives." The Black Ward is not a beginning-it's what's left after everything ends. Forged from grief, forged in silence, this is the first domain of the Chromasylum. A place where light isn't just absent-it's unwelcome. Here, memories rot in the walls and emotions bleed into the air like soot. The architecture feels wrong, like a song played backward or a thought you shouldn't have had. The Black Ward calls to the broken, the bitter, and the buried. It feeds on regret and turns it into jagged truth. Those who enter are forced to face every version of themselves they tried to forget. Not to overcome them-but to become something forged from their ashes. The key to this ward is obsidian and bone, carved by emotion, humming with pain too old to have a name. Some say the Black Ward is a test. Others know it's a tomb.

**🌹 "Red Lotus of Loneliness" 🌹** In the still waters of despair blooms a single red lotus - untouched, unseen, and unremembered. This poem speaks of beauty born from sorrow, of love that wilted before dawn, and of a soul that learned to glow even when the world turned away. It's a symbol of pain turned into quiet strength - a loneliness that bleeds, but never dies. In the depths of his sorrow, a man seeks meaning within the ruins of love. The Red Lotus blooms not in beauty, but in pain - a symbol of everything once pure, now drowned in memory and guilt. This is his journey - from devotion to despair, from love to ashes, from man to myth. A tale of male grief, dark love, and the rebirth through suffering. *- Written by G. Devil* 🖤 *A dark bloom for the broken-hearted.* --- ** #RedLotus #LonelySouls #InnerThoughts #DarkPoetry #SadAesthetics #BrokenYetBeautiful #HeartInAshes #GDevil #PoetryOfPain #MidnightBloom #LostSoul #GraveOfFeelings #EternalLoneliness #SorrowAndGrace

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"Raw Wounds" is a haunting exploration of despair, decay, and the fragile boundary between life and death. Set against the backdrop of a remote forest, the story intertwines visceral body horror with the quiet, suffocating pain of depression. Through vivid imagery and unsettling introspection, it reveals the raw, unhealed scars left by human frailty and emotional isolation. A chilling meditation on the inevitability of decay-both physical and emotional.

Julia, a girl consumed by obsession and numbness, spirals into darkness, losing herself in bloodlust and hatred. As she teeters on the edge, a final confrontation forces her to choose: surrender to madness or seek a way back to humanity.

Evie Hart is the kind of woman who makes a room lighter just by standing in it. Behind the bar at Wrenfield's only late-night haunt, she listens, jokes, and stitches together the small lives around her, convinced that being needed is the same as being whole. The town knows her laugh, her hands, her warmth. Then Elias Walker moves to Wrenfield. Drawn to Evie in a way that feels both gentle and inevitable, he sees her without trying, notices the way she softens the world for everyone but herself. Their connection flares quickly, tender and real, something Evie never expected to want. For a moment, she lets herself believe that wanting is safe. But the warmth she carries is borrowed, and something inside her has already started to unravel. What begins as a faint, unnameable shift becomes a slow drift away from herself. A hollowing that stretches between moments of joy. The bar she once loved becomes strange. Familiar rooms begin to feel wrong around the edges. Sleep pulls her into dreams she can't remember but wakes from feeling lost. Even love, when it arrives with honest hands, can't anchor her the way she hoped. As Evie's inner world loses color, Elias tries to reach her, to understand the quiet collapse she doesn't know how to explain. But emotional decay is its own kind of labyrinth, and Evie is slipping into the versions of herself she can no longer hold together. Places That Remember Me is a haunting, intimate portrait of a woman glowing at the surface while dimming underneath, until eventually she deteriorates all together.

In the silence of broken souls, there lies a bond unshaken - a chain forged in pain, fire, and unspoken loyalty. Each link tells a story of survival, of trust tested by time, and of hearts that refused to shatter. *"Chain of Strength"* is not just about endurance; it's about the unseen power that binds us when the world tries

The story of a man who tried to fix himself in the ruins of love, silence, and regret.

In the ashes of love's false mercy, *he was told to find someone better.* But what if *better* meant emptiness - meant losing the only soul that ever felt like home? This poem drips from the veins of heartbreak and descends into a quiet madness, where love and ruin share the same breath.