Creepy poems
Post some really creepy poems I don't care where their from but no sexual poems
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where is he now?
where has he gone to?
when comes out the face you stare how?
why look, why wait
when that one takes it and destroys it
where has he gone to?
when comes out the face you stare how?
why look, why wait
when that one takes it and destroys it
xxgraffitigirl14xx
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on November 30, 2015
Snakeninja
Keep making them
on November 30, 2015
xxgraffitigirl14xx
thanks
on November 30, 2015
Snakeninja
Amizing
on November 30, 2015
on November 30, 2015
Screaming in the middle of the night
Choking on words
Things she couldn't say
She tried but failed
Silence’s even getting louder
Where is her voice?
Why has it left so suddenly? See More
Wake up… please wake up…
Drowning in a sea she created herself
Seems like she's cried for hours
Teardrop after teardrop
Every salty stain left behind
Hurting her aching skin
Burning where your skin touched hers
Wake up for gods sake
Bones are breaking
Hearts are aching
Where to hide?
Where to run?
Gasping - she’s lying on the ground
Icy air filling her lungs
Breathe in and out
She tries so hard
To remain conscious
As the darkness covers her eyes
You left her to die
Choking on words
Things she couldn't say
She tried but failed
Silence’s even getting louder
Where is her voice?
Why has it left so suddenly? See More
Wake up… please wake up…
Drowning in a sea she created herself
Seems like she's cried for hours
Teardrop after teardrop
Every salty stain left behind
Hurting her aching skin
Burning where your skin touched hers
Wake up for gods sake
Bones are breaking
Hearts are aching
Where to hide?
Where to run?
Gasping - she’s lying on the ground
Icy air filling her lungs
Breathe in and out
She tries so hard
To remain conscious
As the darkness covers her eyes
You left her to die
on November 30, 2015
Quiet my dear. By Abysmii I got angry at the baby, and at my ears.
I really didn't mean it.
I was just really annoyed, I didn't wanna hear.
Ok, I was annoyed.
He wouldn't shut up, my dear.
I gave him a toy.
But I can still hear. See More
So I slowly got more mad.
Until I couldn't bear to hear.
I just sat there,
and covered my ears.
Just waiting,
As my madness went up a tier,
Just waiting,
Wanting to disappear,
I wanted to control,
I wanted him here.
So I picked him up,
And called him dear,
I took him to the bathroom.
I filled up the tub, oh, my ears!
And stuck his face in it.
The bubbles stopped, now I couldn't hear.
I put him in his cradle.
Like a master puppeteer.
Mom found him,
He'd been in a case for one year.
I don't feel bad,
I don't feel endeared,
I don't feel sad,
I don't miss my dear.
He's now a blue-faced baby,
I liked making him blue, like a drowned buccaneer.
I really didn't mean it.
I was just really annoyed, I didn't wanna hear.
Ok, I was annoyed.
He wouldn't shut up, my dear.
I gave him a toy.
But I can still hear. See More
So I slowly got more mad.
Until I couldn't bear to hear.
I just sat there,
and covered my ears.
Just waiting,
As my madness went up a tier,
Just waiting,
Wanting to disappear,
I wanted to control,
I wanted him here.
So I picked him up,
And called him dear,
I took him to the bathroom.
I filled up the tub, oh, my ears!
And stuck his face in it.
The bubbles stopped, now I couldn't hear.
I put him in his cradle.
Like a master puppeteer.
Mom found him,
He'd been in a case for one year.
I don't feel bad,
I don't feel endeared,
I don't feel sad,
I don't miss my dear.
He's now a blue-faced baby,
I liked making him blue, like a drowned buccaneer.
on November 30, 2015
Jack and Jill went up a hill
To fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down the well and drowned
And Jill ran home soon after
Jack’s body started to rot
After a couple days went by
And contaminated the water See More
Which cause everyone in town to die
To fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down the well and drowned
And Jill ran home soon after
Jack’s body started to rot
After a couple days went by
And contaminated the water See More
Which cause everyone in town to die
@Snakeninja
Thank you. It was just one of those moments where I wanted to start a massacre. ^-^
Thank you. It was just one of those moments where I wanted to start a massacre. ^-^
on November 30, 2015
on November 30, 2015
The soothing hot water rises.
My sweet baby boy dips in.
Bubbles form on the water's surface.
A warm bubble bath.
I hear him squealing.
I see him splash the water around.
"Uuu, uuu," his little voice squeaks. See More
Splish, splash. Splish, splash.
His toy boat journeys through the storm.
The brave rubber duck sails the waves.
Frantic waves pulsate in the water.
I watch, I study.
The bubbles have now disapated.
The water has stabilized.
Nothing but dirt in that bottomless sea.
I smile.
He's clean now.
I had no choice.
I had to drown him.
My sweet baby boy dips in.
Bubbles form on the water's surface.
A warm bubble bath.
I hear him squealing.
I see him splash the water around.
"Uuu, uuu," his little voice squeaks. See More
Splish, splash. Splish, splash.
His toy boat journeys through the storm.
The brave rubber duck sails the waves.
Frantic waves pulsate in the water.
I watch, I study.
The bubbles have now disapated.
The water has stabilized.
Nothing but dirt in that bottomless sea.
I smile.
He's clean now.
I had no choice.
I had to drown him.
on November 30, 2015
She paints a lovely picture
but here's the shocking twist
her paintbrush is a razor
the canvas is her wrist
but here's the shocking twist
her paintbrush is a razor
the canvas is her wrist
on October 15, 2015
He and she walked down the dark path.
They gaze a daze at the aftermath.
He cries teary eyes, and wonders "who and why?"
A family a travesty, "who took my parent's lives?"
He turns to her, "what is this?!"
A slime creeping across her lips?
She turns "they'll burn... for almost taking you away" See More
You're mine. You love me. Never to leave. Not Today!
"Now let's go love, all that had to be is done"
Now a smile while we dig. You can't spell funeral without fun.
They gaze a daze at the aftermath.
He cries teary eyes, and wonders "who and why?"
A family a travesty, "who took my parent's lives?"
He turns to her, "what is this?!"
A slime creeping across her lips?
She turns "they'll burn... for almost taking you away" See More
You're mine. You love me. Never to leave. Not Today!
"Now let's go love, all that had to be is done"
Now a smile while we dig. You can't spell funeral without fun.
on October 14, 2015
Fear is rushing through my body,
My heart is freezing in despair,
Cold shivers down my spine,
Trying to wake up, desperately,
This has to stop, I can't take t,
Breathing fast and shallow,
Trying to keep it all together, See More
Agitation is breaking my spirit,
Images rushing by,
I have to get out of this,
Can't take this much longer,
My mind switched to standby,
A nightmare so horrifying,
Fear and pain so deep,
I have to wake up!
Except...
My eyes are wide open and I'm not asleep...
My heart is freezing in despair,
Cold shivers down my spine,
Trying to wake up, desperately,
This has to stop, I can't take t,
Breathing fast and shallow,
Trying to keep it all together, See More
Agitation is breaking my spirit,
Images rushing by,
I have to get out of this,
Can't take this much longer,
My mind switched to standby,
A nightmare so horrifying,
Fear and pain so deep,
I have to wake up!
Except...
My eyes are wide open and I'm not asleep...
on October 03, 2015
We are the few under light of the moon,
Walking pale in the night to our dissonant tune.
Be us one, be us many, our pace shall not yield,
Lest the break of the dawn arrive soon.
We are who walk without reason or rhyme,
Without purpose or fear, to the temple bell's chime.
We are children of night, and forever shall be, See More
As we've been since the dawn of our time;
We are who thrive on your fear and regret.
Paranoia and loss and anxiety whet
Appetitious thoughts of what's promised to come
At the moment your precious sun's set.
We are the many and we are the one.
We are darkness incarnate, what day-walkers shun.
We are brokers of fright, but don't misunderstand;
What we do, we do only for fun.
We are not evil and we are not good.
We do only as night has commanded we should.
We are children of night, denizens of the dark,
Acting only as denizens would.
We've none the fears that bind day-walkers so,
For a pale walker's kin are your objects of woe.
A befriender of slender, caretaker to Rake...
For if one's a pale walker, all know.
We have no doubt whether one is our own.
There was never such thing as a pale one unknown.
And yet, brazen and foolish, day-walkers charade,
Unaware of the seeds that they've sown...
We laugh at those who sleep still through the night,
And we laugh at those fearful, denying their fright.
All those foolhardy souls taking light of our world
Find themselves in a miserable plight.
There are none born pale walkers as we,
But there's no great reward without greater a fee.
We are children of night, and if such is your rite,
You yourself may a pale one be.
We are the shadows that haunt people's dreams,
And the feeling that tells you all's not as it seems.
We are one, we are all, and despite what is said,
We're the chosen few fate... redeems.
We are the primal; the soulful, in part,
And no walker of day shares our glorious art.
Let them bask in their light, in their warmth... for you see,
It is we, the more human at heart.
Walking pale in the night to our dissonant tune.
Be us one, be us many, our pace shall not yield,
Lest the break of the dawn arrive soon.
We are who walk without reason or rhyme,
Without purpose or fear, to the temple bell's chime.
We are children of night, and forever shall be, See More
As we've been since the dawn of our time;
We are who thrive on your fear and regret.
Paranoia and loss and anxiety whet
Appetitious thoughts of what's promised to come
At the moment your precious sun's set.
We are the many and we are the one.
We are darkness incarnate, what day-walkers shun.
We are brokers of fright, but don't misunderstand;
What we do, we do only for fun.
We are not evil and we are not good.
We do only as night has commanded we should.
We are children of night, denizens of the dark,
Acting only as denizens would.
We've none the fears that bind day-walkers so,
For a pale walker's kin are your objects of woe.
A befriender of slender, caretaker to Rake...
For if one's a pale walker, all know.
We have no doubt whether one is our own.
There was never such thing as a pale one unknown.
And yet, brazen and foolish, day-walkers charade,
Unaware of the seeds that they've sown...
We laugh at those who sleep still through the night,
And we laugh at those fearful, denying their fright.
All those foolhardy souls taking light of our world
Find themselves in a miserable plight.
There are none born pale walkers as we,
But there's no great reward without greater a fee.
We are children of night, and if such is your rite,
You yourself may a pale one be.
We are the shadows that haunt people's dreams,
And the feeling that tells you all's not as it seems.
We are one, we are all, and despite what is said,
We're the chosen few fate... redeems.
We are the primal; the soulful, in part,
And no walker of day shares our glorious art.
Let them bask in their light, in their warmth... for you see,
It is we, the more human at heart.
on October 03, 2015
Comeinto the wire forest
The trees are made from dreams
They glow and change all the time
It shows you your heart’s desire
But don’t trust the leaves
Come into the wire forest
The sun doesn’t shine here See More
The leaves are made of blood
Don’t worry ‘bout the screaming
It’s all in your head
Come into the wire forest
You may see the old tears
These trees, they represent the broken
And forgotten dreams
So be careful where you stand
Come into the wire forest
The wires for you dance
They dance around the bodies
But watch the blood drenched ground
This is where the seed is sown
Welcome to the wire forest
The trees are made from dreams...
The trees are made from dreams
They glow and change all the time
It shows you your heart’s desire
But don’t trust the leaves
Come into the wire forest
The sun doesn’t shine here See More
The leaves are made of blood
Don’t worry ‘bout the screaming
It’s all in your head
Come into the wire forest
You may see the old tears
These trees, they represent the broken
And forgotten dreams
So be careful where you stand
Come into the wire forest
The wires for you dance
They dance around the bodies
But watch the blood drenched ground
This is where the seed is sown
Welcome to the wire forest
The trees are made from dreams...
on October 03, 2015
The tree of hearts has grown on us,
Or we on it? I cannot say.
-No more of this, it's heresy.
And growing dark; I'll come at day.
But there's a childish part of me,
That keeps me here, though I know well,
The night has come; it's time to go, See More
For mother wouldn't let me dwell.
I've heard stories of this tree.
Mother says they all are true.
Mother lies, I know this all;
All know this. I'm sure they do.
The tree is life. It's death in bloom.
It is the bond inside us all.
It lives, we live - but there's a catch,
It lives, one dies, or we will fall.
We let one go so we might live.
We kill one in ceremony.
Then bring up yet another child,
Hoping one day we will be free.
I hope we will; I cannot stand,
Another dream of beating hearts,
Beneath the barks of clustered trees.
And branching limbs in forested parts.
The tree is us; it is our life.
Inside it, dead one's hearts do beat.
But we aren't it, and it shall know,
The day it faces its defeat.
I know the elders won't agree,
But maybe if we find that vein,
It dies, we die, and all will end.
When pulsing stops, so will the pain.
And I know well that tomorrow,
The tree will want the life of me.
They kept me from all that they knew;
They knew it wipes out blasphemy.
But I will think and I will hate
The tree, for my right to a mind.
We need a sacrifice for life?
Look how sick life's made our kind.
Or we on it? I cannot say.
-No more of this, it's heresy.
And growing dark; I'll come at day.
But there's a childish part of me,
That keeps me here, though I know well,
The night has come; it's time to go, See More
For mother wouldn't let me dwell.
I've heard stories of this tree.
Mother says they all are true.
Mother lies, I know this all;
All know this. I'm sure they do.
The tree is life. It's death in bloom.
It is the bond inside us all.
It lives, we live - but there's a catch,
It lives, one dies, or we will fall.
We let one go so we might live.
We kill one in ceremony.
Then bring up yet another child,
Hoping one day we will be free.
I hope we will; I cannot stand,
Another dream of beating hearts,
Beneath the barks of clustered trees.
And branching limbs in forested parts.
The tree is us; it is our life.
Inside it, dead one's hearts do beat.
But we aren't it, and it shall know,
The day it faces its defeat.
I know the elders won't agree,
But maybe if we find that vein,
It dies, we die, and all will end.
When pulsing stops, so will the pain.
And I know well that tomorrow,
The tree will want the life of me.
They kept me from all that they knew;
They knew it wipes out blasphemy.
But I will think and I will hate
The tree, for my right to a mind.
We need a sacrifice for life?
Look how sick life's made our kind.
on October 03, 2015
The dark thought;
It lingers without warning.
The repetative nature of you.
You seem to me as one who'd love new.
The beloved shadow of my body is me.
You see, the body you see,
Is a corpse of one who could be set free. See More
Yet, the ladder of hope leading
To the vibrant nature of the music
Remains lost in an omniscient view.
Disembodied.
I am the one;
Capable of needing and wanting.
Yet, in my eternal life, I lie still;
Haunting.
It lingers without warning.
The repetative nature of you.
You seem to me as one who'd love new.
The beloved shadow of my body is me.
You see, the body you see,
Is a corpse of one who could be set free. See More
Yet, the ladder of hope leading
To the vibrant nature of the music
Remains lost in an omniscient view.
Disembodied.
I am the one;
Capable of needing and wanting.
Yet, in my eternal life, I lie still;
Haunting.
on October 03, 2015
Miss Lucy had some leeches
Her leeches liked to suck
And when they drank up all her blood
She didn't give a
Funny when the doctors
Had locked her in her cell
Miss Lucy screamed all night that they See More
Should go to bloody
Hello to the surgeon
With scalpel old and blunt
He'll tie you to the table
Then he'll mutilate your
Come it's nearly teatime
The lunatics arrive
The keepers bleed them all until
There's no one left a
Lively little rodents
Are eaten up by cats
We're subject to experiments
Like laboratory
Rats I've dropped a teacup
How easily they break
I'm on my hands and knees until I pay for my mis-
Take off all your clothing
We've only just begun
We have no anesthesia
It's eighteen forty
One thing we should tell you
Before you try again
The tests are all invented by
A lot of filthy
Mentally hysteric
She's failed the exam
Don't bother telling Lucy for
She doesn't give a
Damn that nitrous oxide
For when you can't escape
They say the surgeons often commit
A murder or a
Razor blades are rusty
And not a lot of fun
So when they try to amputate
Your legs you'd better
Run and fetch the chemist
A patient's feeling sad
She's been in chains for ages
And she isn't even
Madness is a nuisance
And no one is immune
Your sister, mum or daughter
May become a raving
Lunatics are dangerous
And doctors are obeyed
They also go together just
Like toast and marma-
Ladies are like children
With brains the size of squirrels
Let's give a clitoridectomies
To all the little
Girls are helpless treasures
That daddies must protect
So lie upon the table
For the doctors to in-
speculums are super
And stirrups all the rage
So spread a lady's legs and put her
Back in to her
Cage of naked crazies
The surgeon's here to bleed
The doctors are all learned men
And some can even
Reading can be risky
For women on the verge
It only did us worlds of good
To poison, leech and
Purging is a penance
Phlebotomy's a chore
No need to sterilize the tools
We never did be-
Fore the night is over
Before you go to bed
They'll take a hammer and a nail
And jam it in your
Headstones in the courtyard
And statues in the park
Are not for the insane
Just leave them rotting in the
D-A-R-K
dark
dark
dark
dark
dark
Her leeches liked to suck
And when they drank up all her blood
She didn't give a
Funny when the doctors
Had locked her in her cell
Miss Lucy screamed all night that they See More
Should go to bloody
Hello to the surgeon
With scalpel old and blunt
He'll tie you to the table
Then he'll mutilate your
Come it's nearly teatime
The lunatics arrive
The keepers bleed them all until
There's no one left a
Lively little rodents
Are eaten up by cats
We're subject to experiments
Like laboratory
Rats I've dropped a teacup
How easily they break
I'm on my hands and knees until I pay for my mis-
Take off all your clothing
We've only just begun
We have no anesthesia
It's eighteen forty
One thing we should tell you
Before you try again
The tests are all invented by
A lot of filthy
Mentally hysteric
She's failed the exam
Don't bother telling Lucy for
She doesn't give a
Damn that nitrous oxide
For when you can't escape
They say the surgeons often commit
A murder or a
Razor blades are rusty
And not a lot of fun
So when they try to amputate
Your legs you'd better
Run and fetch the chemist
A patient's feeling sad
She's been in chains for ages
And she isn't even
Madness is a nuisance
And no one is immune
Your sister, mum or daughter
May become a raving
Lunatics are dangerous
And doctors are obeyed
They also go together just
Like toast and marma-
Ladies are like children
With brains the size of squirrels
Let's give a clitoridectomies
To all the little
Girls are helpless treasures
That daddies must protect
So lie upon the table
For the doctors to in-
speculums are super
And stirrups all the rage
So spread a lady's legs and put her
Back in to her
Cage of naked crazies
The surgeon's here to bleed
The doctors are all learned men
And some can even
Reading can be risky
For women on the verge
It only did us worlds of good
To poison, leech and
Purging is a penance
Phlebotomy's a chore
No need to sterilize the tools
We never did be-
Fore the night is over
Before you go to bed
They'll take a hammer and a nail
And jam it in your
Headstones in the courtyard
And statues in the park
Are not for the insane
Just leave them rotting in the
D-A-R-K
dark
dark
dark
dark
dark
I LOVE that poem! Emilie Autumn is the best. Her poems are amazing. I think this is my favorites by her, and ghost is a good one too.
on October 14, 2015
on October 03, 2015
Past the valley of death where the garden grows,
Have you ever laid eyes on a murder of crows?
From the skies they scavenge, in the trees they wait,
To consume you entirely and seal your fate.
Mercy and compassion they have but naught,
For they are optimally pleased when suffering is wrought.
These beasts bask in the flames of Hell's deepest fires, See More
Feared even by Satan, they feed only their desires.
When late at night, under the moon,
Their sight prophesizes that death will come soon.
See them you will, but try as you might,
You cannot escape once within their sight.
They will circle in flight above where you loom,
Messengers of evil; heralds of doom.
The beasts descending, once on nigh,
Will release their detestable cry.
They will peck at you from your head, down to your toes,
They will peck out your eyes, your ears and your nose.
Once your vision is gone, and you begin to bleed,
The birds will hasten in sating their need.
Beaks as sharp as razor blades,
Will tear your skin, as your life force fades.
Your intestines, once bunched, will begin to pour;
But as painful as it seems, there is still more.
Some will fly away with pieces of your heart,
While others finish tearing you apart.
Too dead to feel, you will begin to realize,
That they have no heart, but cold, dead eyes.
As the last of your body rots, and the midnight bells toll,
They will unanimously destroy your soul.
Left as a shell, you can only roam,
To watch the earth pass by in its spirited loam.
Though you have been shackled, and are now in despair,
You can no longer warn those who dare,
To go past the valley of death, where the garden grows,
Where they might stumble upon a murder of crows.
Have you ever laid eyes on a murder of crows?
From the skies they scavenge, in the trees they wait,
To consume you entirely and seal your fate.
Mercy and compassion they have but naught,
For they are optimally pleased when suffering is wrought.
These beasts bask in the flames of Hell's deepest fires, See More
Feared even by Satan, they feed only their desires.
When late at night, under the moon,
Their sight prophesizes that death will come soon.
See them you will, but try as you might,
You cannot escape once within their sight.
They will circle in flight above where you loom,
Messengers of evil; heralds of doom.
The beasts descending, once on nigh,
Will release their detestable cry.
They will peck at you from your head, down to your toes,
They will peck out your eyes, your ears and your nose.
Once your vision is gone, and you begin to bleed,
The birds will hasten in sating their need.
Beaks as sharp as razor blades,
Will tear your skin, as your life force fades.
Your intestines, once bunched, will begin to pour;
But as painful as it seems, there is still more.
Some will fly away with pieces of your heart,
While others finish tearing you apart.
Too dead to feel, you will begin to realize,
That they have no heart, but cold, dead eyes.
As the last of your body rots, and the midnight bells toll,
They will unanimously destroy your soul.
Left as a shell, you can only roam,
To watch the earth pass by in its spirited loam.
Though you have been shackled, and are now in despair,
You can no longer warn those who dare,
To go past the valley of death, where the garden grows,
Where they might stumble upon a murder of crows.
on October 03, 2015
I didn’t feel. I couldn’t, not in this void.
We spent weeks on end laughing and joking.
Then you left me.
I never felt that way to someone.
You and we were perfect together.
Then you left me.
It broke me, my very spirit. See More
I couldn’t believe that you were gone.
I died that night.
I wallowed in grief.
I spent weeks waiting for you.
Waiting for a return.
You never came.
And I still wait. I wait and wait.
For you to come back.
You were my friend.
My partner in crime.
My finest comrade.
My brother.
My killer.
My life, and my soul.
All I want.
More than anything else.
Is to just.
See.
Your.
Smile.
We spent weeks on end laughing and joking.
Then you left me.
I never felt that way to someone.
You and we were perfect together.
Then you left me.
It broke me, my very spirit. See More
I couldn’t believe that you were gone.
I died that night.
I wallowed in grief.
I spent weeks waiting for you.
Waiting for a return.
You never came.
And I still wait. I wait and wait.
For you to come back.
You were my friend.
My partner in crime.
My finest comrade.
My brother.
My killer.
My life, and my soul.
All I want.
More than anything else.
Is to just.
See.
Your.
Smile.
on October 03, 2015
A fly flies up before my face
As I traverse ol’ Lucy’s bog.
I wave an arm and in poor grace,
I tumble forward off my log.
My leg sticks deep into a hole.
The stench assails like putrid hog.
I work to keep my lunch down whole See More
And find my leg is firmly stuck.
All struggles seem to take their toll
And down I sink into the muck.
I let out screams but no one’s near.
It seems as though I’m out of luck.
A constant buzz feeds off my fear.
The flies are stalking over me,
And then one lands despite my leer
And takes a bite of flesh with glee.
The rest drop down like rain to eat.
They fill my eyes; they’re all I see.
I wish that somehow I could beat
The waves of bugs right off my eyes.
Instead they gobble up the meat.
They drink the tears amid my cries.
My mind soon fades and I realize
That I’ve become the Lord of Flies.
As I traverse ol’ Lucy’s bog.
I wave an arm and in poor grace,
I tumble forward off my log.
My leg sticks deep into a hole.
The stench assails like putrid hog.
I work to keep my lunch down whole See More
And find my leg is firmly stuck.
All struggles seem to take their toll
And down I sink into the muck.
I let out screams but no one’s near.
It seems as though I’m out of luck.
A constant buzz feeds off my fear.
The flies are stalking over me,
And then one lands despite my leer
And takes a bite of flesh with glee.
The rest drop down like rain to eat.
They fill my eyes; they’re all I see.
I wish that somehow I could beat
The waves of bugs right off my eyes.
Instead they gobble up the meat.
They drink the tears amid my cries.
My mind soon fades and I realize
That I’ve become the Lord of Flies.
on October 03, 2015
In the dark where evil sleeps.
Where sanity is useless trash.
I tell a tale to give you creeps.
And inspire true fear of things that slash.
On a quiet All Hallows Eve.
When rain did drizzle from the sky.
Two siblings from their home did leave. See More
Not dressed as ghosts but end was nigh.
While friends of theirs did candy find.
Among the houses that they passed.
The siblings were of different mind.
To another house they hurried fast.
They had been promised a lovely thing.
By a man with long, sharp teeth.
If they came at midnight's ring.
They'd raise their mother who sleeps beneath.
The ritual was long and harsh.
Twice they fainted dead away.
Their blood was marking every hearth.
When lit they marked the spirit's way.
And in a scream and rushing wind.
One sibling stared upon the other.
Dead and fallen in their sin.
He had not seen their risen mother.
From the hearth's not blackened grate.
A crawling figure made of Ash.
Pulled herself in and sealed the fate.
Of her two children as she moved fast.
The living child gazed on in horror.
As Ash Mother swallowed the dead sibling whole.
Their mother was hungry, was now a terror.
She smiled at the living child, bloody and cold.
The other child ran, but did not get far.
Teeth now sank into her arm and she shrieked.
Ash Mother didn't noticed her child's alarm.
And with crunches she put her child to sleep.
The Ash Mother waits in that house all alone.
Her children are gone and her hunger remains.
Dare you to enter and you will atone.
For the sins of the siblings you will feel their pain.
In the dark where evil sleeps.
Where sanity is useless trash.
I've told a tale to give you creeps.
And inspire true fear of things that slash.
Where sanity is useless trash.
I tell a tale to give you creeps.
And inspire true fear of things that slash.
On a quiet All Hallows Eve.
When rain did drizzle from the sky.
Two siblings from their home did leave. See More
Not dressed as ghosts but end was nigh.
While friends of theirs did candy find.
Among the houses that they passed.
The siblings were of different mind.
To another house they hurried fast.
They had been promised a lovely thing.
By a man with long, sharp teeth.
If they came at midnight's ring.
They'd raise their mother who sleeps beneath.
The ritual was long and harsh.
Twice they fainted dead away.
Their blood was marking every hearth.
When lit they marked the spirit's way.
And in a scream and rushing wind.
One sibling stared upon the other.
Dead and fallen in their sin.
He had not seen their risen mother.
From the hearth's not blackened grate.
A crawling figure made of Ash.
Pulled herself in and sealed the fate.
Of her two children as she moved fast.
The living child gazed on in horror.
As Ash Mother swallowed the dead sibling whole.
Their mother was hungry, was now a terror.
She smiled at the living child, bloody and cold.
The other child ran, but did not get far.
Teeth now sank into her arm and she shrieked.
Ash Mother didn't noticed her child's alarm.
And with crunches she put her child to sleep.
The Ash Mother waits in that house all alone.
Her children are gone and her hunger remains.
Dare you to enter and you will atone.
For the sins of the siblings you will feel their pain.
In the dark where evil sleeps.
Where sanity is useless trash.
I've told a tale to give you creeps.
And inspire true fear of things that slash.
on October 03, 2015
Lo! Death has reared himself a throne
In a strange city lying alone
Far down within the dim West,
Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best
Have gone to their eternal rest.
There shrines and palaces and towers
(Time-eaten towers that tremble not!) See More
Resemble nothing that is ours.
Around, by lifting winds forgot,
Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie.
No rays from the holy heaven come down
On the long night-time of that town;
But light from out the lurid sea
Streams up the turrets silently-
Gleams up the pinnacles far and free-
Up domes- up spires- up kingly halls-
Up fanes- up Babylon-like walls-
Up shadowy long-forgotten bowers
Of sculptured ivy and stone flowers-
Up many and many a marvellous shrine
Whose wreathed friezes intertwine
The viol, the violet, and the vine.
Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie.
So blend the turrets and shadows there
That all seem pendulous in air,
While from a proud tower in the town
Death looks gigantically down.
There open fanes and gaping graves
Yawn level with the luminous waves;
But not the riches there that lie
In each idol's diamond eye-
Not the gaily-jewelled dead
Tempt the waters from their bed;
For no ripples curl, alas!
Along that wilderness of glass-
No swellings tell that winds may be
Upon some far-off happier sea-
No heavings hint that winds have been
On seas less hideously serene.
But lo, a stir is in the air!
The wave- there is a movement there!
As if the towers had thrust aside,
In slightly sinking, the dull tide-
As if their tops had feebly given
A void within the filmy Heaven.
The waves have now a redder glow-
The hours are breathing faint and low-
And when, amid no earthly moans,
Down, down that town shall settle hence,
Hell, rising from a thousand thrones,
Shall do it reverence.
In a strange city lying alone
Far down within the dim West,
Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best
Have gone to their eternal rest.
There shrines and palaces and towers
(Time-eaten towers that tremble not!) See More
Resemble nothing that is ours.
Around, by lifting winds forgot,
Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie.
No rays from the holy heaven come down
On the long night-time of that town;
But light from out the lurid sea
Streams up the turrets silently-
Gleams up the pinnacles far and free-
Up domes- up spires- up kingly halls-
Up fanes- up Babylon-like walls-
Up shadowy long-forgotten bowers
Of sculptured ivy and stone flowers-
Up many and many a marvellous shrine
Whose wreathed friezes intertwine
The viol, the violet, and the vine.
Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie.
So blend the turrets and shadows there
That all seem pendulous in air,
While from a proud tower in the town
Death looks gigantically down.
There open fanes and gaping graves
Yawn level with the luminous waves;
But not the riches there that lie
In each idol's diamond eye-
Not the gaily-jewelled dead
Tempt the waters from their bed;
For no ripples curl, alas!
Along that wilderness of glass-
No swellings tell that winds may be
Upon some far-off happier sea-
No heavings hint that winds have been
On seas less hideously serene.
But lo, a stir is in the air!
The wave- there is a movement there!
As if the towers had thrust aside,
In slightly sinking, the dull tide-
As if their tops had feebly given
A void within the filmy Heaven.
The waves have now a redder glow-
The hours are breathing faint and low-
And when, amid no earthly moans,
Down, down that town shall settle hence,
Hell, rising from a thousand thrones,
Shall do it reverence.
on October 03, 2015
The gruesome ghoul, the grisly ghoul,
without the slightest noise
waits patiently beside the school
to feast on girls and boys.
He lunges fiercely through the air
as they come out to play,
then grabs a couple by the hair See More
and drags them far away.
He cracks their bones and snaps their backs
and squeezes out their lungs,
he chews their thumbs like candy snacks
and pulls apart their tongues.
He slices their stomachs
and bites their hearts
and tears their flesh to shreds,
he swallows their toes like toasted tarts
and gobbles down their heads.
Fingers, elbows, hands and knees
and arms and legs and feet –
he eats them with delight and ease,
for every part’s a treat.
And when the gruesome, grisly ghoul
has nothing left to chew,
he hurries to another school
and waits….perhaps for you.
without the slightest noise
waits patiently beside the school
to feast on girls and boys.
He lunges fiercely through the air
as they come out to play,
then grabs a couple by the hair See More
and drags them far away.
He cracks their bones and snaps their backs
and squeezes out their lungs,
he chews their thumbs like candy snacks
and pulls apart their tongues.
He slices their stomachs
and bites their hearts
and tears their flesh to shreds,
he swallows their toes like toasted tarts
and gobbles down their heads.
Fingers, elbows, hands and knees
and arms and legs and feet –
he eats them with delight and ease,
for every part’s a treat.
And when the gruesome, grisly ghoul
has nothing left to chew,
he hurries to another school
and waits….perhaps for you.
on October 03, 2015
ound by the bane of freedom
And delivered to martyrdom…
God looks down upon me in pity;
Intoxicating promises of his heavenly city:
A veritable paradise forged from my desire,
Choked by weeds of lies and forgotten in a mire.
Devotion and sacrifice left me in a rut, See More
And I crawl back to a world of smut.
Crafted from flesh so meek and mild,
My faith is a stillborn child.
Disillusioned by the conflict in my head,
From my pores, decades of repentance bled.
Justified along my brethren, mounted on stakes;
I will not crack, no matter how my body quakes.
In my throes, I beheld the kingdom of God…
Rotting far away from his love, I yet laud.
I’m still a heap of flesh and bone
Singing the psalms of a blinded drone.
And delivered to martyrdom…
God looks down upon me in pity;
Intoxicating promises of his heavenly city:
A veritable paradise forged from my desire,
Choked by weeds of lies and forgotten in a mire.
Devotion and sacrifice left me in a rut, See More
And I crawl back to a world of smut.
Crafted from flesh so meek and mild,
My faith is a stillborn child.
Disillusioned by the conflict in my head,
From my pores, decades of repentance bled.
Justified along my brethren, mounted on stakes;
I will not crack, no matter how my body quakes.
In my throes, I beheld the kingdom of God…
Rotting far away from his love, I yet laud.
I’m still a heap of flesh and bone
Singing the psalms of a blinded drone.
on October 03, 2015