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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

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.

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.

Reoccurring SlightlyThinking and thinking yes again,
But its reoccurring not so bad,
Although death is seen in my eyes,
My death means nothing to those who cry,
I wish a farewell to not be seen,
But i'm not killed as i used to be,
Death is common as is the scene,
I look to the left and think again,
Wondering where it will end.

She Isn't Sorry...Somberly pacing darkened halls,
She harkens to the midnight calls
Of silken-shrouded, haunted Things
Which soar on ghastly cobwebbed wings...

Her honeymoon ended in a flash
Of steel; her knife left a gash
Deep in her lover's faithless heart;
Such is the price of seducing art!

Primly she sits in her padded cell,
Smiling as she harkens to the knell
Of funereal chimes in the graveyard cold;
"They're burying him in the dark dank mould!"

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

Jack the RipperLooking up
From a body cold
Withered skin
Decades old

Are frosty eyes
Unseeing and still
Staring out
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

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.

Rich Man's Boxes (re-drafted)The stench is hard to misperceive,
And so he masks it with his sleeve.
Unearthing his hidden treasure,
Drags it home at his own leisure.

By day he buries for those in black.
We watch from our trees, holding back.
He marks the box-holes with a cross,
Leaving our worms and upturned moss.

By nightfall he comes, with his spade,
Takes the still ones, his common raid,
Returns the box where it began,
O, Strange and indecisive man!

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,

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.

Don't Go In The WoodsIf you ever go walking in the woods.
Late at night.
Take my words into consideration.
And beware.

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

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*The Crypt*In vampire crypt eternal sleep
Decades pass and mould does creep
Where time no longer has a place
Dormant bodies beyond embrace.

Lured to sleep in timeless portal
Ancient ones who were not mortal
Vampire hunter with garnet eyes
Showed no mercy, they won't arise

Millenia passed they are not missed
Secret lost like morning mist
Crypt is safe, but who knows where?
Dormant fury caught in snare.

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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

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Bleeding our way through decay
Scarred by ignoring what mattered

A barbed truth leads our way and makes us sway
But shall never lead us away from ourselves

It is within you
And what you do
An endless hunger
An irresistible instinct
Constantly calling your name
Like a insect in a frame
Dried and rotten, sweet but forgotten
Waiting to become a burning flame

Wake up, wake up, wake up!
Wake up! Wake up!

I see reality bending in my greater vision
A chemical process constantly changing
We are set out for an undefinable mission
And let us wither or let us progress without fearing
The end...

Wake up,

Eternal HateWalking on the streets and seeing red
And all the zombies who need to be fed
Ruthless destruction and spreading the dread
Every day I swear I am going MAD

Money for peace and cash for war
Where the hell are we doing it for
Destroying land for more and more
Spreading disease like a fucking whore

Sustaining ourselves like a plague
Crawling towards the end we make
Create a world plastic and fake
How much fucking longer will it take

Spit your blood on their face
No remorse for the human race

Trapped in eternal HATE
Waiting for us to meet our FATE

Commercialism and corporate greed
Lusting for power we do not need
Choking on guilt

Plastic LoveOnce upon a time complete
The plastic love you seed
Is nothing now that I need
Like hearts broken on concrete

Walking on sand with my feet
Wondering what I may meet
A bizarre emptiness that I heed
Filled by what was your greed

Now my wounds no longer bleed
Free from your insane creed
Your darkness I no longer feed
This end was my final deed

Walking shores as I conceed
You are a book that I misread
No longer will I let you impede
And this eternal walk I proceed

Now from your grip I am freed
My heart will not stop to beat
Walking this path as I deplete
This victory feels like defeat...

Squares n' codesMove my fingers
Hit the squares
Type the code
Noise downstairs

Idea that lingers
Pick it up
Lost my focus
Drink from cup

Need the money
Must go on
Feel so bored
Play a song

Talk with friend
Back to job
Way too late
Work non-stop

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DESTROYER OF WORLDS

by ~Youraei, Jan 28, 2013, 2:59:44 AM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Traditional Fixed Forms

SITTING ON HIS THRONE
WAITING FOR THE SIGNAL
A SWORD IN HIS HAND
THAT WILL END ALL

SHADOW CLAD IN STEEL
EYES RED LIKE BLOOD
HIS CLAWS LIKE RAZORS
THE END UNDER A HOOD

THE BELLS BEGING TO TOLL
ON HIS FACE A SERRATED GRIN
LEGIONS OF DAMNED MARCH TO WAR
AND TURNS THE HEAVENS GRIM

HIS SWORD SPLITS THE EARTH
THE TIME FOR ARMAGEDDON IS HERE
LAYERS OF THE PLANET DIVIDE
HIS IRON WILL WE SHALL ADHERE

HE IS THE EMPEROR OF PLANETS
THE ULTIMATE BRINGER OF DEMISE
HE IS THE DESTROYER OF WORLDS
BOW OR PAY THE UNPAYABLE PRICE

DESTROYER OF WORLDSby ~Youraei

Literature / Poetry / Horror / Traditional Fixed Forms

~Rennaitale Jan 28, 2013

What? talking about my ego?

~killerboy6667 Jan 28, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

all caps, ALL OF MY ALL CAPS! THIS IS AN ANGRY SONG! ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?!

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