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To Thou We WalkTrembled cauldrons of the bloodied, we speak to you from our banished homes, a night of falls and journeys strikes you; to you we walk, for we are drones.
Cloaked heavily in our guidance, dark, we travel forth to claim your eyes, an eve without rest bestows our shivers; quiet your mouth, we know of your lies.
Twice past the Mountain of Desert's Clearings, once towards but last into the mud, our journey nears, but far we remain; towards the end of daylight we witness blood.
Organs of the betrayed weaklings, they tumble down with gallons of red, a mighty waterfall of death runs by us; mixed in between, a child's head.
Into your palace we st
Deadly VictimShadow driven she reeks of old blood and dust
Dried up dreams that scorched and turned to rust
Dark eyes glow with a demonic thirst to slake
Believing her still human is a very grave mistake
Daughter of countless nightmares consumed
Skin deep beauty shelters the covered wound
Slinking the dark corridors in a predatory pace
This darkling demon with a glowing angelic face
A victim of madness grown into an awesome force
Of rage and hatred with absolutely no remorse
Born of the most demented abuse and insane desire
Now darker than even her tormentors tried to inspire
He Who Stole From UsDespair of a nightfall shattered by silver, through oceans we rise of bloodied hands, moans of the dead whisk mortally past us; time has our clearing, let us reclaim the lands.
Stolen from us the grounds which thrived, the grasses blackened with a wisp of plaster, the eves which were have frozen without us; 'tis all the works of another master.
Nights without darkness have plagued our beings, drowned in our wills beneath the lead, revenge shall curse him with a jolt of nightmares; a demon of somber shall reclaim his head.
To him we glare with a simple reason, the moonlight hazel fairs our skin and eyes, this childish mortal has begun to ru
Already out of TimeTick tock tick tock,
Says the black clock,
As I sit in the red chair,
At the dawn of yet another year,
Writing a letter via the ink of a pen,
My withered fingers delay,
Because the sharpness of my mind,
Has grown blunt with decay,
I look at the paper,
But I cannot read the words,
I put on my glasses,
And realize that I can no longer,
Tell the difference between adjectives and adverbs,
As I stare at the page,
I wonder why my thoughts,
Have grown muddled with age,
Instead of clear,
Like the accurate reflections of a sage,
Tick tock tick,
Says the black clock,
As I perfect the red words on the letter,
Trying to make it better,
With these clunk
Ollie's Lovely CupcakesGood afternoon my dear,
Go and take one, have no fear
They’re fresh from the oven, my lovely cupcakes
Painted with neon frostings, oh yes they’re free
But just so you know
There’s more beyond the rainbow
My cupcakes, they don’t only look as they are
Careful with each bite poppet, you might die~
Oliver (2p!England) Poem
A creature running through the night
Retrieving ingredients for his delicious sweets
Slice your throat, cupcakes with poison
He’s always making his yummy treats
Victim upon victim
He’s always there
Watching them suffer
Oh look, he’s here
Better watch out
For here he comes
Knife in hand, cupcake in another
Step by step
A lot to fear
Stopping, inches away
Malformed ResonanceMy soul vibrates in sympathetic resonance with the echoes bellowing before me, as they sing with red
Sly tongues entwined together and hum to the beat of my famished heart, howling loudly they squander
With white painted faces and dark black ink blots smeared onto these weakened portrait vessels, they
Fixate the mind as they circle around in a precarious motion, frozen in depth they stomp and swallow
Up the air with the dust on earthen ground, such a sight elegantly blinds the pastel eyes of those
Watching, dismounting upon somber pride while eliminating all dreamlike imagination….
Promise of the SuccubusI’m the type of demon,
That despises torture,
Because I cherish bliss,
The type that seeks not to stab,
Your heart with a knife,
But to wound it with a kiss,
Trust your lust,
Come forward into the shelter of my wings,
So that I may subject your body,
To marvelous things,
Give your soul to me,
And I promise to give it pure ecstasy,
My mind knows naught the meaning,
Of the unsavory word agony,
I am a demon that prefers to lick,
Instead of bite,
Let your flesh and spirit tingle with delight….
Death walks on two legs (Jeff the Killer poem)He walks in from the darkness
He bares with him the life of those he's taken
He has been on the run in pursuit of victims for years
He knows this well
His only love is for his knife that he commits the ultimate crime with
His smile destroys the life of the room
His eyes gleam with terror
His phrase kills all by itself
Death is coming for you
Death is unstoppable
Death is a creature who is no longer human
Death walks on two legs
I have been locked in this dark room
I am scared of confined spaces
I am claustrophobic
I can feel the fear grow
My heart is pumping fast
I think I may pass out
The hands are reaching out to strangle me
They have me by the throat
I cannot breathe
The room is turning black
I have passed out
I slowly pass away
And finally I am dead
That GirlIts not tight enough
This noose around my neck
So pull the rope tighter
Until there's no room left
The crypt isn't cold enough
For my dead body
So let the fires blaze
And warm up this funeral party
All my blood was drained
And my guts were pulled inside out
The doctor held the scalpel
But had no clue what he was talking about
They said it would be okay
Just to take my medicine
All would be fine and dandy
But losers never win
So I fell from the chair
Toward shards of the broken mirror
To an empty future
That was cut, drowned and speared
And people wonder what happened
To the girl in the window
The one who never moved
The girl that no one
Alien BeastA brand new world to dark to see,
A world of souless apathy.
Its core corrupt and sky so black,
Wildlife it seems to lack.
Down in the gray volcanic crust,
Lay a dormant beast of lust.
A lust for ruin,
A lust for war,
A lust for death and nothing more.
DemonYou see me in the hall
My eyes sparkle with joy
My laughter rings clear
My smile shines brightly
You see an angel
You don't see me as a threat
But I caution you
Angels fall from heaven
And I am one of them
The truth is hidden
My eyes gleam with hate
My laughter is filled with evil
My smile shines cruelly
If you mess with this angel
I'll welcome you to my home
It's warm and cozy
Filled with flames and screams
So be careful my "friend"
Or you'll join me in hell
YouI feel dreams are pointless, just as I were to you, my life just a simple ointment, to whcih you felt you could use, to seal the pain you once had, just enough to let me lose, enough to lose a heart, only to watch as yours grew, used as simple heartless life steps, that barely gave me room, suffering slowly, you only seem to abuse, slowly suffocating, you only let me assume, love was this easy, but truth was in the other room, numbness developed, where you were once to mend, to which you only pretend, life stops, and you were the end, to which I thought rocked, but you only seem to dim, blackend emptiness, only seem to grow, hopeless desires,
FearsSome kids are afraid of the dark
And the monsters that lurk within it.
Some kids are afraid of heights
And the vertigo that accompanies it.
Some kids are afraid of animals
And the viciousness they could harbor.
Some kids are afraid of bugs
And their creeping, crawling legs.
Some kids are afraid of sharp things
And their pointy ends.
Most kids have these fears
And that's normal and nice.
But some kids, some kids are like me
And they're scared of something else.
I'm scared of something
And it's far worse than many things.
It's scarier than a clown
And its over-joyous attitude.
It's scarier than a crowded elevator
And the brushing and t
Facing DemonsThose soulless black eyes
Empty yet cold
Just staring at me
Not even blinking
Wondering what's my deepest fear
A puzzle is what I would call myself
But to this monster
I'm a vessel
Who can give it what it desires to feed on
Every single night
A beast black as night
Standing on its hind legs
Towering over me
But able to look me in the eyes
Waiting for me
To just give in
It has no name
Fear fuels it
It gives the beast strength
Its claws pierced my skin
Making crimson blood run down my shoulder
The beast whispers to me
"Let me lead you to insanity?"
Those sharp fangs so close together
Forming into a smil
Goodnight Enigmatic SongShe was the song you hear and, at first blush, don't like.
Well, you don't know how you feel about it so you keep listening in an attempt to discover how exactly you feel and then you reach the end of the song and you realize, you don't like it; you love it.
That was Grace.
She was my coworker and she was my friend.
We carpooled together, I drove and she slept most of the way.
"Don't get much sleep at night, do you?" I asked her, catching those drooping lids mid-descent.
She looked out the window streaked with rain; it spoke in percussive touches filling the car with quiet overcast conversation.
I felt the warmth of her smile in the corner of my eye. The blur of her hand reached at the window to feel the cold of the droplets.
"When I was a girl, I used to race these. I thought it was funny the fat ones always won," she giggled and I imagined her as a little girl in the passenger seat then, legs too short to reach so kicking, and hair messed in the bac
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