You’re a porcelain doll. You’re nothing but emptiness. You make no sound. You make no move. But stay motionless as you’re abandoned in this burnt place. You can't help but remember how joyful this place was before it got burnt. You can't help but remember how you were invited in 'tea parties.' You can't help but remember how beautiful you were.. Now you’re nothing. Nothing but shattered pieces. Waiting to be fixed. You might be a doll.. But you are more than what you think. They don't know how much memories you hold in your shell of a head. You’re waiting to be found. To be saved. Waiting for another tea party with the caretaker that used to display and love you.
I have a pov guys when I heard the song for the first time, I imagined this The soft hum of the piano filled the room, each note flowing like water from her delicate fingers. She hummed along sweetly, her honeyed voice resonating with the warmth of the sunset streaming through the wide windows. Golden light cascaded over her white dress and the gentle sway of her bangs as she played, casting the master bedroom in a tranquil glow. The soft breeze tugged at the curtains, adding to the room's serene aesthetic. For the first time in ages, she felt unburdened-weightless, like a feather drifting in the air. She closed her eyes, savoring the moment. "I feel free," she whispered to herself, smiling softly. It was as though every ounce of pain she’d carried had evaporated into the breeze. Her peaceful reverie was shattered when the door flew open. She flinched, startled by the sudden noise, and turned to see her boyfriend standing in the doorway. His chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, his face pale, and his red, swollen eyes glistening with tears. His expression-a mix of shock, disbelief, and fear-stole her breath. "Honey!" she exclaimed, leaping from the piano bench and rushing toward him, her smile bright and innocent. "Look! I’m better now! I can sing and play the piano again!" She stopped in front of him, beaming. "I feel so light, love. Isn’t it amazing?" But her joy faltered as he recoiled from her, stumbling backward until his back hit the wall. His hands trembled at his sides, and tears spilled freely down his cheeks. "Honey... why are you crying?" she asked, her voice wavering. "I told you, I’d get better. See? I’m fine now!" She reached out to touch his face, but he flinched as if her hand burned him. His lips moved, but no words came. He only stared-wide-eyed and unblinking-at something behind her. Confused, she frowned and slowly turned around. Her heart stopped. The world around her seemed to dissolve into silence, the warm light dimming as her vision blurred. On the bed lay her body-still, pale, and fragile. The oxygen mask covered her face, surrounded by a tangle of wires and medical equipment. The sheets, once pristine, were crumpled around her lifeless form. Her knees buckled, and she stumbled back, clutching her chest as if trying to force air into her lungs. "No," she whispered, shaking her head. Her voice cracked, trembling with rising panic. "No... this can’t be real." She squeezed her eyes shut, praying that when she opened them, she would wake up in her bed and realize this was all just another vivid dream. But the cold reality settled over her like a heavy fog. Her boyfriend’s choked sobs pulled her from her thoughts. She turned toward him, her movements slow and unsteady. He had sunk to the floor, his shoulders shaking as grief poured out of him in heart-wrenching sobs. “Honey…” she called out softly, kneeling in front of him. Her voice wavered as she reached for his hands. She flinched at the sensation-his skin was warm, so warm, while hers felt icy and lifeless. Her hands trembled as she held his, and for the first time, the truth struck her with unrelenting clarity. “Am I... dead?” she asked, her voice a broken whisper, almost inaudible. His head fell forward, and he nodded slowly, his tears falling onto their clasped hands. She felt her own tears streaming down her cheeks as her heart broke-not for herself, but for the man in front of her, the man who had lost the love of his life.
Nothing more really does happen once you know you succumbed to the thought of an empty void. There really was nothing inside of you, now was there? I can't help but think that there was just nothing waiting. Cries for help pleading and pleading as it dies slowly, rotting away. Its burning away, perishing, giving you a sense of sorrow. Shattered. You only wanted to be saved. But that was the end.
A poem to read for anyone who wants to something to read while listening "Darkness Emptied thy soul with no remaining life at all, how the mighty have fall and come so far with a nonless god at all, abandon by thy creator with no will at all, I find my self siting on a shelf stareing into the void my feelings are glass for the life i once knew is gone, I am all nothing but haunted, a doll is that all that remains"❤❤
A slow dance, rain pouring softly as this love-lullaby repeats in your head. An old castle, an old tale, a story to be unfolded. A memory of the past, holding hands with your companion. Enjoy yourself, and go on with you wonderful adventures.
I dont feel anything, why do i feel this continue rage and sadness inside me, everytime i smile, everytime time i laugh is just me showing the purest part of my insanity tryng to get controll as life goes on . I dont know how much time i have left but i know how i will use it.. i will make suffer those who went against me.
You are but an empty shell A vessel for nothing You wonder if you are well If you should go and say something You keep silent You keep running How long 'till you collapse And never stop falling? A drop of water in an ocean of others Yet in this entire ocean of horrors There is no life It is empty Nothing to feel Nothing to do Nothing to think Is anything real?
1:28 looks like you play and left me behind, wasnot it me you use to call.. one of kind... they said a heeaart can't break...if one dose't beat... i'll.. show you.. how... you human heart can BLEED.... 🫴☄️🪷🌾🍃🍃🍂
You are an urban explorer. You enter into an abandoned church, you go to the bathrooms, you hear someone or something, you go to that place, but you dont see anything, you go back to the main room, but you feel like theres something different, you feel like someone is touching you by the back, you look but theres nobody. You dont want to go, you want to stay there more time, you go to the second floor because you heard screams of someone, you look a chair and a body in a box, next to rhe box is a hammer, you grab the hammer to explore the dark, then you feel observed, you look everywhere but no one is there, you are terrified, but you continue exploring, you found a helmet, an iron helmet, you grab it to protect you, then you found other hidden room, is like a jail, you think the church was a jail before, you enter in the jail and you saw other box with a dead body inside again, you never were that scared in your life, you found a door, other secret door. You open it, theres a room inside, there is a chair and 10 boxes with dead bodies and a hammer on the chair, then someone or something closed the door of the room that you was, you look backwards but that thing envolved you with a paper, you are scared, terrified, horrified, waiting to that thing end with your miserable life, that thing said "all the people in the boxes are urban explorers" you are scared but nothing matters now, you only want to have a quick and a dead without pain, the thing hit you and your skull gets out, you got a death full of pain, thats not what you wanted... Now there are 11 boxes there, entering in that church was the worst mistake of your life...
I do deliveries and just was at a house that had a sign that said please do not knock as we will have to disinfect the door and if you start to feel sick after 24 hours call this number or 911 didnt record the number but do you know why?
What lies behind that door could be anything. But may I warn you, if you even take one touch on that door nob the rag doll sitting in front of it will do, horrible things to your mind. *a trail of reddish brown leads into the room*
Уже ближе к ночи, мы возвращались из долгой дороги. Так получилоаь что мы решили погулять и немного заплутали. Нашли дорогу назад и когда я увидел бревно похожее на сидящего человека,я включил old Doll... Бежали мы как бешенные😅
yeh baby a kh thể hiểu tại sao a lại viết lên nhưng lời như vậy Vì mỗi đêm a lại nhớ hình ảnh e qua mỗi đêm Của những lỗi lầm ta chưa từng đặt tên cho qua đêm bao nhiêu chiêm bao suy lo cho quay mau ta không bên nhau như khi môi chạm môi đan sát lang qua người yêu a mỗi đêm baby
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it hits different at night
True
Real
Also in midnight
I tried listening to it at night after I read your comment and you’re very right
I listen this while i drawing any horror arts-
You’re a porcelain doll.
You’re nothing but emptiness. You make no sound. You make no move. But stay motionless as you’re abandoned in this burnt place.
You can't help but remember how joyful this place was before it got burnt.
You can't help but remember how you were invited in 'tea parties.'
You can't help but remember how beautiful you were.. Now you’re nothing. Nothing but shattered pieces. Waiting to be fixed.
You might be a doll.. But you are more than what you think. They don't know how much memories you hold in your shell of a head.
You’re waiting to be found. To be saved. Waiting for another tea party with the caretaker that used to display and love you.
I cried
But the thing is, the caretaker died in the fire..
that enough, take your pills already
@@Ruby._.ThePlanetXoXo NO STOP IM ACTUALLY GOING TO CRY-
yeah nah if i'm that doll i'm defiantly going to scare the shit out of the next person that finds me out of spite
when you realise you are the villain for everyone you meet.
Fr.
"Who's know?"
"my self"
So sigma😮😮
@@proggero745xddd6 i mean, u gotta admit, this hits hard when ur just a worthless basher to everyone
🤓💀
This type of music gives off Corpse Bride vibes to me I love it.
This song is not only beautiful but also so nostalgic makes me remember playing Mad Father for the first time
This song.. I don't know what emotions it give me..
it's drunkenness , bittersweet
Even the picture in the middle speaks as this song. The dead still playing together in harmony is so pretty.
It sounds so melancholic and bittersweet to me .
I have a pov guys when I heard the song for the first time, I imagined this
The soft hum of the piano filled the room, each note flowing like water from her delicate fingers. She hummed along sweetly, her honeyed voice resonating with the warmth of the sunset streaming through the wide windows. Golden light cascaded over her white dress and the gentle sway of her bangs as she played, casting the master bedroom in a tranquil glow. The soft breeze tugged at the curtains, adding to the room's serene aesthetic. For the first time in ages, she felt unburdened-weightless, like a feather drifting in the air.
She closed her eyes, savoring the moment. "I feel free," she whispered to herself, smiling softly. It was as though every ounce of pain she’d carried had evaporated into the breeze.
Her peaceful reverie was shattered when the door flew open. She flinched, startled by the sudden noise, and turned to see her boyfriend standing in the doorway. His chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, his face pale, and his red, swollen eyes glistening with tears. His expression-a mix of shock, disbelief, and fear-stole her breath.
"Honey!" she exclaimed, leaping from the piano bench and rushing toward him, her smile bright and innocent. "Look! I’m better now! I can sing and play the piano again!" She stopped in front of him, beaming. "I feel so light, love. Isn’t it amazing?"
But her joy faltered as he recoiled from her, stumbling backward until his back hit the wall. His hands trembled at his sides, and tears spilled freely down his cheeks.
"Honey... why are you crying?" she asked, her voice wavering. "I told you, I’d get better. See? I’m fine now!" She reached out to touch his face, but he flinched as if her hand burned him. His lips moved, but no words came. He only stared-wide-eyed and unblinking-at something behind her.
Confused, she frowned and slowly turned around. Her heart stopped. The world around her seemed to dissolve into silence, the warm light dimming as her vision blurred.
On the bed lay her body-still, pale, and fragile. The oxygen mask covered her face, surrounded by a tangle of wires and medical equipment. The sheets, once pristine, were crumpled around her lifeless form. Her knees buckled, and she stumbled back, clutching her chest as if trying to force air into her lungs.
"No," she whispered, shaking her head. Her voice cracked, trembling with rising panic. "No... this can’t be real." She squeezed her eyes shut, praying that when she opened them, she would wake up in her bed and realize this was all just another vivid dream. But the cold reality settled over her like a heavy fog.
Her boyfriend’s choked sobs pulled her from her thoughts. She turned toward him, her movements slow and unsteady. He had sunk to the floor, his shoulders shaking as grief poured out of him in heart-wrenching sobs.
“Honey…” she called out softly, kneeling in front of him. Her voice wavered as she reached for his hands. She flinched at the sensation-his skin was warm, so warm, while hers felt icy and lifeless. Her hands trembled as she held his, and for the first time, the truth struck her with unrelenting clarity.
“Am I... dead?” she asked, her voice a broken whisper, almost inaudible.
His head fell forward, and he nodded slowly, his tears falling onto their clasped hands. She felt her own tears streaming down her cheeks as her heart broke-not for herself, but for the man in front of her, the man who had lost the love of his life.
Why do you have No likes this is amazing❤
@@RolandSerré Thank you ❤️
esto es arte
de noche esto se disfruta más
porque no hacen musica así en la actualidad
I feel worthless all the time and this fits my vibe
This gives me Over the Garden Wall vibes!!
They used to have the time of their lifes here, but they remain here in the unlife, restlessly playing their forgotten song
Turn it to 0.75x it sounds awsome
thank you queen
I tried and it was 10x better😮😮
It deserves more popularity
I love this game so much, mad father is super underrated.
Love this so much.
Nothing more really does happen once you know you succumbed to the thought of an empty void. There really was nothing inside of you, now was there? I can't help but think that there was just nothing waiting. Cries for help pleading and pleading as it dies slowly, rotting away. Its burning away, perishing, giving you a sense of sorrow. Shattered. You only wanted to be saved. But that was the end.
At day : 🌝
At night : 🌚
Bro legit said
At day: ☀️
At night: 🌙
This song is so calming
A poem to read for anyone who wants to something to read while listening
"Darkness Emptied thy soul with no remaining life at all, how the mighty have fall and come so far with a nonless god at all, abandon by thy creator with no will at all, I find my self siting on a shelf stareing into the void my feelings are glass for the life i once knew is gone, I am all nothing but haunted, a doll is that all that remains"❤❤
👏👏👏
bro this is a master piece
UHM.. WHY DOES THIS FIT THE SKELETONS SO MUCH!?!?
A slow dance, rain pouring softly as this love-lullaby repeats in your head. An old castle, an old tale, a story to be unfolded. A memory of the past, holding hands with your companion. Enjoy yourself, and go on with you wonderful adventures.
this is beautiful.
I dont feel anything, why do i feel this continue rage and sadness inside me, everytime i smile, everytime time i laugh is just me showing the purest part of my insanity tryng to get controll as life goes on . I dont know how much time i have left but i know how i will use it.. i will make suffer those who went against me.
Beautiful 💝
When you realize this whole time, overthinking makes you the villain
This super perfect…
This song at morning was beautiful but at night💀
@theodevzz for me it's both
Better (at least for me)
You are but an empty shell
A vessel for nothing
You wonder if you are well
If you should go and say something
You keep silent
You keep running
How long 'till you collapse
And never stop falling?
A drop of water in an ocean of others
Yet in this entire ocean of horrors
There is no life
It is empty
Nothing to feel
Nothing to do
Nothing to think
Is anything real?
Bro imagine they make a scary movie and at they put this music.
Essa trilha sonora me lembra o filme ( As Memórias de Marnie )
This was the perfect game for the example „Daughter life Father“
my bones officially been chilled 🥶
spirits of eillot manor haunt the halls of the manor forever with one tune in their head from back then
I just got a haunted doll and This song is kinda hitting different to me because of that-
This will hit different at dark night
1:28 looks like you play and left me behind, wasnot it me you use to call.. one of kind... they said a heeaart can't break...if one dose't beat... i'll.. show you.. how... you human heart can BLEED.... 🫴☄️🪷🌾🍃🍃🍂
You are an urban explorer.
You enter into an abandoned church, you go to the bathrooms, you hear someone or something, you go to that place, but you dont see anything, you go back to the main room, but you feel like theres something different, you feel like someone is touching you by the back, you look but theres nobody.
You dont want to go, you want to stay there more time, you go to the second floor because you heard screams of someone, you look a chair and a body in a box, next to rhe box is a hammer, you grab the hammer to explore the dark, then you feel observed, you look everywhere but no one is there, you are terrified, but you continue exploring, you found a helmet, an iron helmet, you grab it to protect you, then you found other hidden room, is like a jail, you think the church was a jail before, you enter in the jail and you saw other box with a dead body inside again, you never were that scared in your life, you found a door, other secret door.
You open it, theres a room inside, there is a chair and 10 boxes with dead bodies and a hammer on the chair, then someone or something closed the door of the room that you was, you look backwards but that thing envolved you with a paper, you are scared, terrified, horrified, waiting to that thing end with your miserable life, that thing said "all the people in the boxes are urban explorers" you are scared but nothing matters now, you only want to have a quick and a dead without pain, the thing hit you and your skull gets out, you got a death full of pain, thats not what you wanted...
Now there are 11 boxes there, entering in that church was the worst mistake of your life...
Gunseller when realize theres a ppl buy revolver with 1 bullet with sad face:
i wanna learn how to play this and make people think im crazy when they come over
So mysterious
we jumping with this one....
Villain arc
Guiding light >>
What a game that was
COCO MELON? 2:13
Noo 😂😂
This is my theme for a oc when she gets heartbroken amd goes on a rage induced killing spree
new theme song for my movie (perm to download? i will give credit)
Yes, you can !
I went to the bathroom at 3 AM and when I looked at the dark stairs which seemed endless it started to sound:
Idk why but it makes me depressed when I hear this music
Feels like im a villain lol
I do deliveries and just was at a house that had a sign that said please do not knock as we will have to disinfect the door and if you start to feel sick after 24 hours call this number or 911 didnt record the number but do you know why?
What lies behind that door could be anything.
But may I warn you, if you even take one touch on that door nob the rag doll sitting in front of it will do, horrible things to your mind.
*a trail of reddish brown leads into the room*
Уже ближе к ночи, мы возвращались из долгой дороги. Так получилоаь что мы решили погулять и немного заплутали. Нашли дорогу назад и когда я увидел бревно похожее на сидящего человека,я включил old Doll... Бежали мы как бешенные😅
1:27 ohh merida sorry l dont want kill you
what are u talking about?
Playing Wardell house with this music 😶
yeh baby a kh thể hiểu tại sao a lại viết lên nhưng lời như vậy
Vì mỗi đêm a lại nhớ hình ảnh e qua mỗi đêm
Của những lỗi lầm ta chưa từng đặt tên cho qua đêm bao nhiêu chiêm bao suy lo cho quay mau ta không bên nhau như khi môi chạm môi đan sát lang qua người yêu a mỗi đêm baby
vậy thì nghĩ thêm làm gì đến khi bờ mi thâm ran cạn nứt trong veo nhưng vết khô cằn mà ta phải chuộc lấy
Buồn! Than! Nhận! Tịnh!
đem tất cả tình yêu ta ngừng xem và viết để họ - dân chúng cho như cho màn đêm xiết
Cúng nguyên thân nguyên trinh mong tương lại mãi tình a tiếc
This feels like a devil person fr
Pov: The gc gets leaked
:>
its 1:03 a.m...
okay and?
Old doll died 😭
Bro that was my favorite song bro why it die so far bro
p
pp