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When People BleedThere's nothing cute about my smile
because I grin when people bleed.
There's nothing sweet about my eyes;
they only open to watch you plead.
I don't see innocence in the mirror
and though my hair may pass my back.
I won't turn and show you horror
because my back you'll surely stab.
Petticoats and bodies float
as I set my demons free.
Blood is shed upon this blade
and now my own- so cute, so sweet.
ThinkingThinking and thinking way too much,
Scaring myself into this rut,
Horrified of what it should be,
Hoping not to be scared off me,
Running so far so very scared,
It doesn't make sense no where,
Frightened and heart pounding,
Heard these words so demanding,
Screaming so very deep inside,
I can sit here and merely cry.
Rich Man's BoxesThe Stench is unbelievable,
He masks it with his sleeves.
He unearths his hidden treasure,
Stashes, and swiftly leaves.
By day he buries for those in black,
( I watch him from my tree)
He marks the box-holes with a cross,
And leaves the worms for me.
By night-fall he returns to dig,
The indecisive man!
He takes the still-one from it’s box,
And drags it to his clan.
Ah! What a life it is to live.
Though morbid as it seems;
These bountiful wooden boxes
Are born of rich man’s’ dreams.
I bury them for the mourners,
Read from their book of lies.
But little do these mourners know,
I feast on their demise.
Judged only by the g
Insane otherEvery single drawing drove her upset,
Every single drawing came like the rest.
Never satisfied with all divine,
Knowing it all just began with a rhyme.
Just like her drawings she can't speak a thing,
Thinking and thinking made her insane.
Looking around so frequently,
Waiting for death to come swiftly.
Jack the RipperLooking up
From a body cold
Are frosty eyes
Unseeing and still
After a gruesome kill
Done by a man
A merciless mystery
Jack the Ripper
A piece of history
Or is he?
Executioner.Feel that heart drumming?
Well it's gonna stop one day;
so better get your adrenaline running.
If wise you'll seize no delay:
Because that knife I pulled from my back will take your life away.
Blood still drenches it fresh-
I bet you're anxious to sense how it coheres with your own.
Like a viper she'll maim your flesh,
bury herself into your chest,
and find her way to the marrow of your godforsaken bones.
I see liquid copper gurgle from your throat already;
you can't breathe- I wonder why it's no longer slow and steady?
What was a tongue, now nothing but a incompetent lump of carrion,
but worry not, knave:
Those whose mouths are poisoned by
I am the MurdererEleventh hour of the day,
You will learn to fade away,
In the darkness isn't it right?
To be forgot in the night?
Keep on moving what do you see?
Oh are you behind me?
Try to kill me yes i see,
Just a knife is what i need.
To leave now without further to do,
For i will murder you,
Hurt my family kill my friends,
Damage the insides of all that mends,
To be punished damned to hell,
You won't know what i tell.
Take it back now you see,
You decided to hurt me,
Death and pain comes with a toll,
Never wanting it to show,
A murderer now walks the street,
For now it is me.
Don't Go In The WoodsIf you ever go walking in the woods.
Late at night.
Take my words into consideration.
Beware the blood red moon.
For when you see that.
It is when you know..
That the Hessian is on the prowl.
He races through the night.
Hunting for his prey.
His gaze and teeth are razor sharp.
He'll chop off your head..
And steal your heart.
If you seek the bloodthirsty one.
The one known as the Hessian.
Make a turn to the Indian trail.
To the tree of the dead.
But be sure not to come alone.
As he's always looking for more victims.
Climb down carefully to the Hessian's lair.
Can you hear him roaring?
If you can.
Say your prayers.
And don't fo
UntitledPain and sorrow goes tomorrow,
As long as it shows we will know,
Coming near we are choked,
Running near but in the cold,
Never knowing what to do,
Trying hard to keep hope,
Remembering its not me nope,
Feel like hiding over again,
Hoping i can't be found again,
But to be in pain and run away,
Doesn't help me in resembling,
I can't run and help all that hide,
I'm not helpful in that tide.
The Night Shift.I’m down for a diaper change because it’s about time, I put trust in you and you ask me of mine.
I lie on my back and let you undo the tape, unaware to you now but the time will soon change.
You stare down the look on my blushing red face, and wonder how it feels to be in my place.
I know what you’re thinking from my eyes that see all, eyes that stare back as your guard starts to fall.
Without a warning you’re trapped in my gaze, your eyes start to haze, you’re lost and you’re dazed.
I reach from the floor and put my hand on your heart, your soul’s in the light but afraid of the dark.
I know tha
A Very Short Silent Hill PoemBlood and rust on the wall, she's planning to kill us all.
Might as well enjoy the carousel. Spinning horses with no tail.
"You can run, but you can't hide..." A voice giggles from inside.
We cry with all our might, until god is satisfied.
WerewolfDon't walk with me
I'll walk alone
I don't want you to see
My yelps, my moan
My ears grow wolf-like
I sprout sharp claws
Don't take a hike
Avoid my jaws
I am a legend
I bite and I growl
Here's the end
Here's my howl
El Silencio Como ArmaHuid Lucifer
Lo que vuestro frenesí ha creado
Se pronuncia hoy por sobre tu trono
Huid, ni el infierno bastara por condena
El Seol se hará paraíso frente a mi demencia
Huid a prisa, te observan al descanso,
Mas en tu infortunio, la fatiga,
Dulce hermana, repudia y aborrece
De todos modos, estimada contraparte,
Es una amante que eternamente te cortejará
¿Aullido de la noche?
¿Habrá para vos temor más insoportable?
¿Mi sigilo en el alba?
La muerte resulta un presente
Enviar licántropos tras tus huellas,
Ver tú alzar ante los molinos de vuestra fuga,
Glorificar la tierra, comerciante de tu gloria,
Regateando los muñones de tu dignidad…
No recuerdo manjar más exquisito
Que ahogara mi vista en tan cruel mueca
Bosques, susurradores de mi nombre
Desiertos, clones de mi colmillo favorito
Y el mar, Leviatán, mi buen amigo…
Haz de tu solaz su talar
Tu gana bárbara
Things Ill Never ShareIt’s been too long since I have seen
A familiar face inside my dreams
Covered bodies, constant blurs
Voices echo into slurs
All I see are eyes that stare
There’s bloodshed in my nightmares
And, although I never try to be
The killer ends up being me
I awake and never feel at rest
Sleepless nights weighed down by stress
That instinct lives within my thoughts
A sickness, a virus that never stops
It seems I’ve lead myself to think
I need a smoke or maybe a drink
An outlet, but I must resist
Biting my nails or cutting my wrists
I will always fight this urge to kill
I can remain calm and tranquil
Its only human to have this d
The MasqueradeThe Masquerade
From "Mask of the Red Death" by Edgar Allen Poe
Contest entry for "a night t a masquerade ball"
'T was the night of the 23rd
The wind was blowing hard
The townsfolk curled up in their beds
Not a living soul went out
The wind swept the dust along the road
The clouds wreathed a pale moon
Far away at the court of Estafal
The nobles gave a masquerade ball
They dressed as creatures that walked the night
Dark costumes, faces painted deathly white
Then came a caller at the gate
The guard tried to warn him, or her,
That he had come too late
As he opened his mouth to speak
The guard choked on his breath
The caller strode silently through the door
Leaving the guard to his fate
He headed for the ball room
He found it within an hour
Then he stalked the dancing guests
Each one met his or her death
Just Friends? Chapter 9-Felix’s POV-
I woke up a few hours later with a pounding headache. Oh, holy Stephano, I thought groggily, sitting up in my bed. What the Hell happened? That’s when I felt someone shift next to me. Looking down, I was greeted by a still-sleeping Jade. Desperate for answers as to what had happened, I gently shook her awake. “Jade, wake up.”
“Huh?” She inhaled deeply before coming out of her slumber. Jade then realized that I was staring at her, and she smiled up at me. “Oh, hey, Felix. Hope you don’t have much of a hangover,” she giggled.
“Hangover?” I then vaguely began to r
Blood: Bro [Lemon!]“Ew!” You pulled out a strip of paper that was covered in a liberal amount of a congealed, crimson liquid. “Is this…blood?!”
Everyone at the party looked around, most of the eyes landing on Piggeh, but the humanoid pig assured everyone that it wasn’t his. No on stepped up to claim the disgusting slip. Finally, Jennifer said quietly, “I think I saw movement in the closet.”
“Um…okay,” you replied, more than a little scared. Cautiously, you stepped into the closet, closing the door behind you. “H-hello? Is there anyone in here?” you called. A sudden movement in the
A Bone: SkullyLooking at the paper, you glared at Piggeh. “Bro, did you draw a bone on here to be funny?”
Everyone laughed, and Skully stood up. “No, that’s my drawing. Didn’t think of that symbolism, though,” he added with a chuckle.
The two of you walked into the closet, and once the door closed, Skully sat on the ground, pulling you into his lap as he did so.
Blushing, you looked at Skully, who met your gaze with a wry smile. You didn’t want to admit it, but you had a serious crush on him. No one else seemed to notice the poor man, so when you took an interest in him, he immediately latched onto you. You didn
A 'Sup? Guy: CryYou couldn’t help but grin as you opened the paper in your hands. “I know exactly who this belongs to,” you say smugly, holding up the paper for everyone to see. On it was the image of a little creature with no arms, big, vacant eyes, and a single hair jutting from the top of its head.
“Could you be any more obvious, Cry?” Pewdie laughed as the masked man rose from his seat.
Cry simply shrugged, then took you by the hand and led you into the closet. Stephano closed the door behind the two of you, and you immediately sat on the floor. Cry did the same, sitting cross-legged directly in front of you. “Hi,&rd
A Pair of Headphones: Pewdie“What the Hell is this? A music note?” you asked the group, showing off the paper.
“Bro, those are my headphones!” Pewdie laughed, stepping into the doorway of the closet. He stood there, patiently waiting for you.
Oh, God…you thought, glancing nervously at Cutiepie. Leave it to me to pick the one guy here with a girlfriend…
You stepped up to the closet, and Pewdie smiled at you as he ushered you in. “Ladies first,” he said politely, but his goofy grin made the gesture lose some credit. Gulping, you walked into the closet, and Pewdie followed you, shutting the door behind him.
After your e
A Snake: PiggehYou opened the paper in your hands. “Uh…is this a worm?” you asked aloud.
“It’s a snake, like me,” Piggeh said suggestively, standing up and sliding his way into the closet.
Stephano glared at Piggeh, then looked at you with a hint of concern on his face. “If he tries anything you don’t like, just knock on the door, and we’ll let you out.”
You nodded, not bothering to tell Stephano that you had hoped to get Piggeh in the first place. Sure, he was perverted, but he acted pretty normally when he talked alone with you. Plus, he was kind of cute.
After you stepped into the closet, S
Kiss Me In The GraveyardKiss me in the graveyard.
I know it may sound strange
But I assure you, you’ll like it,
Though it appears deranged.
Touch your lips softly to mine,
As we sit here alone.
You’ll soon forget, within due time,
That this is where ghosts roam.
Kiss me in the graveyard
While you hold onto me.
Think not of corpses buried here
Beneath the dying trees.
Fear not the sound of gusting wind,
The feel of ice-cold rain,
Nor the sight of ghouls and spooks
As they rise once again.
I know I may not smell too sweet,
My eye sockets black holes.
Please don’t mind my hanging flesh
And my lack of a soul.
Just kiss me in the graveyard.
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