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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
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
Elflike BeggarChildren birds ready to mock the one casted and shun away, such fluttery beings ready to denounce
One living in the state in between, a starving elflike beggar never given food and thrown away amongst
Those of the depression, now understanding the meaning of pouty tears, for one knows no other celled
Remedy, while endlessly sitting on the corner of deadened hope and dark novelty, for there is nowhere
Else to hide, not strong enough to make up a painted world full of reclaimed beauty, for wounds have
Already began to decay and erode upon the child’s sickened mind, whose thoughts are now birthed
With no more sanity or redeemed purit
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
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….
InsanityI gaze upon the moon,
Her ruby red essence,
Even in the darkest of skies.
Yet never, giving up.
I gaze upon the moon,
Twin rivers of red,
Flowing down my cheeks,
And into the reflection,
Of Goddess's solemn beauty.
I reach with hands,
Stained in blood,
Wanting, to touch her beauty.
But once I reach her,
And leaves me,
In forever torment.
I bow my head,
And more tears come.
Stained in red.
I wish upon the moon,
My Goddess of Souls,
And hope, for happiness.
And gaze upon the room.
My cage of imrisonment,
With cold, emothionless eyes,
I look upon my canvas.
Screams, my symphony.
Face drenched in red,
Eyes glowing of Ruby.
I drown in darkness,
My mind, vanishing.
Encompassing my soul.
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.
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
I'm SickI'm sick
I'm sick of watching you go
I'm sick of watching you smile
I'm just sick of you
I'm sick of your lies
I'm sick of your touch
I'm sick of your hands
I'm sick of you
Don't touch me
Don't kiss me
Don't rub me
I'm sick of you
I'm tired of the lies you feed us
We're smarter than this
We know you lie
We're sick of it
Time to end it
I'm not listening
And what you believe in
I'm sick of your face
I'm sick of your voice
I'm sick of your sight
I'm sick of all of you
I'm sick of being close to you
I'm sick of you wanting me
I'm sick of your lies
I'm sick of you trying
So just give up
The fire in
Sacchariferousfor the Admiral
my dandelions speak of
the kitchen, brimming
with sun-streaked sugar
and mended-over smiles.
floured fingerprints cloud the sky,
but every broken egg is one more yellow flower.
in sweetgrass and flowers
i find white-leaf bandages for cracked shells. coils of
fill the bowl to the brim-
the world is a clean smile
wrapped in sugar.
everything here is white and pale as sugar
gathered to mend your flowered
i wish you'd swallow always fields of
dandelions that brim
with every clean, clear sky.
i'll measure out the sky
in cups of sugar.
fogged upon the rim
of the flour bowl- your fingerprints in flowe
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