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Burial if you find this
cremate my feelings
put my thoughts in a mausoleum
bury my heart in a wooden coffin
dump my soul into the sea
just leave my body here.
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
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
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
Treated like a StrangerMerciless creature you have bitten off my wings and devoured them whole, in promise that my hope
Would be gone, you left me for dead in this dreary pool of blood, why do you treat me like a stranger,
What did I do to deserve such silence? why can we not be more than this, if you want to play then I’ll
Pretend and have it my way, I will tape your mouth so I can say I have won, nothing pays to have such
Silence of yours, and see your cunning eyes go back into your skull, I am but a joker and you are the
King mocking me with your surrounding peasants, but you just wait for such mockery will lead
To your undoing……
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,
DespairAcross the bellowing sky comes abroad and leads to a road, full of longing screams and cries, with voices
Telling curious souls not to go farther for they will become perished with bellowing plagues accustomed
To the lurking sonnets, hoping such ones will come to take away their sins, and free their lost locked
Away minds, a recipe for despair over scourges the land, blinding already swelled bloodied eyes, such
Burning emptiness enters into this road of vile obscenities, only to swallow those up ablaze who are
Weak and inferior, whose hearts have already bursted open being liable to suffer….
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"
Catching death of coldIt’s cold, COLD, there’s frost and icicles at me bones
Feeling cold, COLD, I stand and face the chill alone
No sun, no moon, no stars, nothing to tell me what time it is
Oh it’s cold, it’s COLD, and now my mind’s all gone to frizz
With the arctic at my backdoor, and winter at me front
The frost and chill be prowling, I can feel it on the hunt
Icy vines they creeping up my arms, tiny tendrils they unfurl
Feeling cold, COLD, winter’s dominating my world.
Jack Frost has come to take me, he’s broken into my home
Sees my heart be icy cold, yet warm blood beneath my bones
His winter’s all about me,
Blood runs down the neck,
neck taste as smooth wine.
Friends become lovers,
lovers become food.
Night turns to day,
day becomes dead.
Death is rebirth,
rebirth is undead.
Two-sided Knife of SilenceQuiet, reflective,uplifting peace.
Shun, punishment, monsters creep.
Growth, self, restful calm.
Stunted, fear, mindful despair.
Silence cuts through the night.
ConfusedI turn my head,
you were there.
you were gone.
Were you really there,
or am I dreaming?
The Moon Sees it AllTo your side the moon pulls me,
to show a sorrow so deep,
tears of blood it doth so weep,
of those you cannot show.
Your anguish it wraps,
around lungs without air,
a heart without a beat,
a love without life.
The moon knows,
the strength I can share.
To smile amongst tears,
for your life, your love.
Your courage in pain,
a beauty in living,
the strength in your weakness,
a kindness in your voice.
The moon sees it all.
Welcome to my MindMy mind comes up with imagery,
most would wonder about.
Purple balloons hanging from bare trees,
while a murder of crows wait for souls falling from their path.
Of white castles high up on a mountain,
Skeletons guarding against some unknown foe.
A dark woods with fingers reaching out to grab for all.
Welcome to my mind. Nothing is as it seems.
When you think you figured it out, it will be twisted beyond recognize.
Beware my friend, for each step could be your doom or salvation.
Chose the right or wrong one before it's too late.
But then you won't really care anymore.
For as in life, the choices are not clear.
A bridge could be an illusion, a canyon with invisible steps.
Every twist and turn will give you another chance to be lost or found.
The signs could led to your destruction or your hope.
Is hope an mirage or real?
That is for you to decide.
There is hope, however small,
That you will reach your salvation and leave my mind whole and unchanged.
But why would you wa
The Nightmare EaterThe fog slithers across the city as I move in the shadows of your sleep.
I am of the dark, the shadow. Try to find me and you will fail.
I crave the dark corners of your mind where your tasty nightmares live and thrive.
Lie back down and fall asleep.
For it is your nightmares that I will feast on tonight.
They quench my hunger with their sweet nectar.
I madly crave your fear for that is what strengthens me.
I promise it won't hurt you,
It is time for me to say goodnight and sleep tight.
I hope that you can sleep,
Now that you know I am yours to keep.
My repast is finished and your nightmares were the sweetest I have
Do you know the taste of the universe?One day, when you’re five years old and made out of fractured sunlight and mirror shards, you sat down on the bench of the MAX train. You’re dressed in your winter coat and boots that are too big and one of your parents has pulled your hat too close over your ears.
You’re sitting next to your mother, and on the other side is a man that smells like loneliness, something that you’ll later know as cigarettes and alcohol and homelessness. He’s crying quietly into the top of his jacket and you’re scared to look because you’ve never seen an adult cry.
The train ride goes on for five minutes, which is a lo
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