Dark Piano - Psycho

An original dark piece called Psycho

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[Black-znir]

Lucas King at age 95:
YES! I have successfully written a piece of music for every single feeling or mental condition a human can have!
Every. Single. One.

Keep up the great work! Love your music!

[Dancii]

All it takes is "one bad day"

-joker

[terrotorotbart]

That picture of the child just makes this more unsettling. It almost gives off the impression of said psycho being physically abused as a child, as dark as it sounds. Good job with this piece.

[blooperplanet]

"have you ever seen 'sadness' in a psychopaths eyes? its haunting..."

[ellajay]

“You solved it!” My soon to be foster mother exclaimed
“My new little boy is soooo smart, it only took you... 1.34 minutes! How did you figure it out?”
I remained silent.
“Well?”
“I thought of it like...society.” I finally replied.
“Ok ok, explain?” My foster mother pestered me.
“Society isn’t perfect, it’s united. In my world, everything has to be p e r f e c t. There can be no mistakes... and the only way to fix them is to get rid of them entirely. That’s why I was able to find the perfect shapes so quickly, because only some people are good enough to get through, the others... are left behind.” I stared at the finished product...my masterpiece. This puzzle was what I wanted the rest of the world to be. I looked over to my new mothe- oh...?
The woman had left.
She was just like the others. I didn’t really care though. She wasn’t perfect.

[kh]

I fear no man
But that thing
When Lucas King does not write a story in the description
It scares me

[mrsandman]

This song has such a personality. Its such a variety of different moods and feelings just like a psycho. It can be soft and melancholic one moment and eerie and haunting the next. Its so beautiful

[sadrose]

I'm listening to this masterpiece, while writing a chapter about the MC of my story, who is a serial killer.

[Munawirtum]

I compose poems to this music, I paint pictures, I fall asleep, I smoke a pipe alone, and I watch landscapes of the night city and nature... Truly small masterpieces from a modern composer! This is a talent!

[LRENZ]

There was a boy who never cried. He never smiled. He never played with other kids. All he would do was crouch in the corner and draw. Every day, he would draw the same disoriented figure. He wouldn’t leave the corner until he was done. His mom told him he needed to find a new hobby, and that’s when she saw him. The man he was drawing, came to life.

[popsocket]

"No one cared who I was, until I put on the mask."

[ephimemacabre]

The ringing
Ding ding ding
The house bell ring'
A visitor is visiting

The days
Mono-tonous ways
Straight A's
Beautiful gaze
...trapped in a maze...

The echoes of past
An enchantment cast
The melodies last
Mellifluous blast
Through the vast
Shipwrecked mast

On the unwritten draft
A new found craft
A new found raft
Similar and soft
The whispering waft
Hiding in the loft
Finding it woft

Smiles to you
Logic in it too
It's late for you
There are now two.

[aaronfinch]

There's something weird about you're music, when I first hear it, any of it i don't like it. But as I keep listening I start to really get what it's about. They always fit perfectly with the title giving it a great sense of emotion. It's definitely unique and that's why I subscribed.

[ZaleskasConundrum]

I still remember.

They told me to keep walking. Walk fast and don't turn back, don't listen. If I hear something, I must hear nothing. I realized on the way, that I would hear less better without ears. So I made a decision. I cannot look back either. I don't need to see in such a dark place. A cold place. Cold cold cold, warm was the ground but cold was the air. No not the air, the breath.

They followed me, the ones that got the people who brought me here. I was tied, I remember I was tied. In a truck, but it stopped. They came for me. They killed the ones who took me, my kidnappers. Now I walk. The kidnappers were so scared they helped me escape. The kidnappers thought they would be forgiven. No. No no no.

I can't see. I can't hear. But I feel it. It's breath. Wind. I remember the wind, I feel it.

It comes from the box. I can see it. I can see it with no eyes. I don't need them. I can still remember what it looks like. I remember when I first made it.

I remember. I remember. I remember.
I forgot. I forgot. I forgot.

The box remembers that I forgot. That is why it follows me. It waits for me to say it's name. I will not, I will not.

It calls *me* names. I don't like the box. It took my nose. Now I cannot smell the air. Cold cold cold. Please.

I can see the box. It calls for me. Like the kidnappers who feared me and the box.

*Psycho*

[Rotokyo]

When I was a boy, everyone thought I was weird. It put a target on my back for the other kids. Until I learned to play along, laughing and smiling like the other children. Pretending to be one of them, pretending to be "an emotional human being". After awhile, you begin to understand the rules and you understand what to do. Whine when things don't go your way and scream at others if they insult you. Being a human is time consuming

[tiaanboshoff]

Right now I’m currently sitting in the dark on my sofa with headphones on at eleven pm listening to this music and just loving the sense of anxiety it’s giving me because I keep hearing knocks and thumps around the house but turns out to be the music...or is it...

[JawJelly]

*Psycho*

Insane
Maybe...
Confused
Sorta...
Voices in my head
Kinda...
All speak in many tones
Not even i....
The person can ignore...
Every voice gets louder and louder
I can't even think anymore
Each voice asks me questions
Some....well...
They never shut up...
It drives me insane even when I'm stressed....
I can't ignore them but every time I try they get louder and louder...
And it's scary....
Too scary....

**Thanks for reading**

[Melantos]

I haven´t finished listening yet, but I know that it´s a great piece of music, because it´s from you :)

[vw]

as someone with antisocial personality disorder I can say this captures the singularity in one's mind perfectly.
the feeling of being the only person alive living with just creatures you can communicate to various degrees, not feeling lonliness but knowing you could'nt be anything else because you are the only living person. this is how I feel, completely detached from the rest, singular.
and I do understand other people are people as well but being detached from society and your mind being in a completely diffrent plane you do feel like if you are the only mind to exist.

[originalmc]

The dark is generous

Its second gift is comforting illusion: the ease of gentle dreams in night’s embrace, the beauty that imagination brings to what would repel in the day’s harsh light. But the greatest of its comforts is the illusion that dark is temporary: that every night brings a new day. Because it’s the day that is temporary.
Day is the illusion.