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Death Takes Two SugarsDeath knocked on the door
came inside without invitation
poured herself some tea
and asked for a story.
He laughed at all the right parts,
cried when I cried,
asked for more than she received
It cried with me and laughed with me
sipping their tea and listening
she wondered what I didn’t do
then told me how idiotic I was.
He told me about the children
I could have had but didn’t
and the falls that lifted me up
with the loss of others.
The story of how I almost killed a girl
when she ran into the street
scared her to run into the arms of her father
and never ran into the street again.
The tale of the man who
The girl in the pondIt was a warm summer night when I found her.
Her dress was white with yellow sunflowers,
and her auburn hair was spread out around her pale face.
It looked like an ever changing halo
moving gently in a soft breeze.
She had lost a shoe
Her deep, blue eyes stared into heaven
and the freckles of her skin drew constellations
against the pale background to mirror the stars above.
Fish gently nibbled at her fingers and nestled in her hair
paying no heed to her ruby lips which her last breath had left open
almost like an invitation.
I looked at her
I loved her...
Thinking it was the least I could do
now that she ha
Recreate and ControlFormaldehyde bracelets twined bitterly with dusted cuffs of expected rust; a must to overprotect the masses, for their minds contain our very lust.
Twice paid the price our souls have completed, to deplete the credentials from exterior's precision; it maintains the strength we have always needed, one to eliminate the wisdom's decision.
To the highest of clouds we stray near subduction, our rays of lied blindness obscure those in the plains; factories of children lay wasted in grounds, here shall begin our wretched games.
Birthed before us the acquainted fallen, risen now are the mindless dead; our slaves have at last clearly awakened, let
CannibalWhat a taste which has scarred the very life out of me, and I cannot seem to get such a taste out of my
Mouth, mushing such hymns only to buzz out and roll back and forth over my tongue, for I am deathly
Frightened my mind has swept into the bitter delusion of darkness, and has made my flesh have the
Urge to seek pleasure, which I so do not wish to conquer, I am hungry for the chase such ones should
Hurry and stab out the light, for I am ready to taste the blood and let it run down my chin, cease for your
Life, for I cannot seem to hold this grudge any longer, so please forgive me when I bulge and rip through
Your skin, for it is not wh
Death's HandsGo ahead and peel back my skin, so you can see the pain I have for so long enclosed trickle down from
My veins, here I lie with such agonizing symptoms, how maddening it is to see me this way, so go ahead
And build me a bed in the earth, while doing so cover me up with the dark earthen grain, I am merely
Paralyzed and here I remain as my blood sinks deep down into the roots, making the earth feel numb,
I am blessed with death’s hands, as it takes and devours me with no mercy intact, but how long can you
Remain with such a secret, without festering thoughts beginning to go about around your mind, making
You tower over with guilt&he
Death WalkEyes closed you can still feel the night
Darkness embraces this loss of sight
Listen quite closely and you shall find
There is no such thing as silence of mind
Thoughts wailing in a scream and roll
Shrieking banshees twirling out of control
Overwhelmed these sounds tear within thee
Eyes sewn shut by fright and no longer see
Lost within this seemingly timeless breath
The path we walk is the path of death
L'Ankou des pluies
La Mort va, la nuit,
Par les chemins creux,
Trempés de pluie,
Nourrir de vie
Le froid appétit
De sa lame.
House Of The DamnedHouse Of The Damned
The ghost felt forgotten in the house of the damned
Since his wife and child had died in a car crash
The madness and depression had set in
He spent night after night in his office
Listening to the voices in his head
And writing in his journal
Short stories, poems and observations
He thought he had an unique talent
A modern day Edgar Allan Poe
After his death he hoped he would be famous
He sent his poetry to publishers
But always got a negative response
The alcohol helped ease the pain
Dampened down the negative thoughts
One night everything fell apart
He played a piece of sad classical music
He took a few pills and some r
Ode to the SirenShe calls to me with song and my strong heart melts,
Like iron cast into the forge,
Enthralled by her beauty I come forward,
Even though I know,
That she only seeks to gorge,
Upon my flesh,
Staring up into her eyes,
I know that smarter guys would despise,
My utter weakness to her spell,
Gnawing my neck down to the bone,
I know that she will drag me into the depths Hell,
But it is as if my legs are cast in stone,
I do not flee even though I see,
Imminent doom approaching,
As the reapers come for me,
Isn’t it tragic,
How I have fallen victim to her magic?
----Engraved into the walls of a vacant ship docked
within the harbor of Port
No One Can Hear You ScreamSilence prevails,
an endless, comfortless silence,
which is worse than death,
because you remain conscious
of how utterly alone you are.
All dreams are nightmares
that come without sleep
when you never know if you
Time is without meaning,
and you begin to wonder
if you still have any existence,
even madness dare not tread here,
but instead something worse,
and yet unnamable, unknowable,
the utter loss of self.
Denied even the mercy
of waiting upon death,
when you cannot even be certain
of what life is any longer.
How easily the mind turns against you,
begins to consume itself,
and you can no longer trust your own thoughts,
MirrorTake one look at yourself,
"What are you?"
The figure remains motionless,
Clear orbs glaring icy daggers,
Mouth curving into a twisted snarl,
Hands finally moving at lightning speed,
Palms colliding with the fragile barrier.
"What are you!?"
A jagged smirk is painted on the figure,
Laughter resonates from within,
Sick and disturbing and wicked,
Fear begins to invade your mind,
As your body trembles along with it.
The glass is cracking,
Shiny shards scatter across the floor,
Crimson liquid oozes out,
Soaking into everything.
"Stop it! That’s enough!"
'Only you can stop it,
But will you?'
The sealed room continues to fill,
~Death Poem"One Moon, Many Stars
One Murderer, Many Deaths
If You Wake Up With This Text,
You Will Be The Next"
hauntedbranches grew from her mouth
outstretched like a child's fingers
tapping away at my window
i am not supposed to talk to her,
the woman in the trees
she likes girls like me
i don't talk, but she does
you should smile more,
such a pretty girl
i can hear her breathing
fogging up the glass
like dirty smoke;
i feel her stares.
Child beneath the flowersLittle child beneath the flowers
urge the seeds to grow and take root within you
Grow within the flowers child
and let me keep you with me always.
Each flower is a part of you
I smell your scent on every velvet petal
and when I touch your leaves and close my eyes
I feel your skin beneath my fingertips.
Little child beneath the flowers
wait for me there
Together we shall watch the roses grow.
MonstersVampires have no hearts,
But zombies have no brains;
One to love, one to plot without pain.
Ghosts have no bodies,
But werewolves have two;
Both can haunt by the silver moon.
Experiments with patched together souls,
But two in one body don't make one whole.
Mad scientists they truly are.
All with something lost, and some with too much gained,
With no peace in Death
they hath lain.
May IMay I ask to take a nightly stroll?
Far away, near the sea.
Sky above me, ground beneath me.
Reality fading I'm in deep.
I don't care where I am.
Just don't break me.
My bones are fragile from the weight
I've carried on.
May I? May I?/
May I take a drink of water?/
May I run free like I want too?/
May I? May I?/
Or must I carry the world on my shoulders./
I have scars hat will forever haunt me./
I have words that replay./ (replay...replay...)/
Nothing changes what I've been through./
May I ask to be excused?/
How much longer until I break?/
The stress is killing me./ I know.. I know../
I'm gonna break./ How much longer 'til
Satin Burial_intro_RewriteAnother victim claimed tonight./
A mere child; brought to death./
Wrapped in sheets of satin./
Dress of lace and ribbon./
Blood Scene./ Blood scene./
Missing heart./ Dismemberment./
Blood scene./ Blood scene./
Do you know where you'll hide me?/
In the garden I'm buried./
With every breeze; I haunt thee./
Don't you agree?/
I don't wanna hear your pleas./
The way you pray to god on your filthy knees./
You're a guilty fool that will pay the price./
Police find my arm./
Then find a leg./
My head beneath the stone,/
In your driveway./
Fingerprints on the knife./
You never wiped clean./
Generation MeWho cares if there's a poor man in the streets. (He's crazy!)
Who cares if there's starving children looking at me. (It's there loss!)
Who cares if I have to hurt the people close to me. (It's all about me!)
I don't care what I have to do as long as I make it to the top.
Even if that means, causing m relationships to rot.
All I care about is me. (ME! ME! ME!)
Have you ever thought about what you are doing?
Throwing away a good life to become a monster.
I'm sorry to break it to you dear, but it's not all about you.
For if it weren't the people that helped YOU where would you be now?
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