Dark Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
SLAVE THE GRAVE
I am fucked
Beyond belief, betwixt reason
And the iron grip of madness
But it yields nothing - NOTHING
Worse for wear
Beaten ragged broken complete
The jigsaw puzzle of my doom
Need to hold something - SOMETHING
From dawn to dusk
The anthem of rust
Coats these old bones
When it all goes wrong
Slave - SLAVE to the GRAVE
Cannibalistic narcissist
Addicted to self destruction
Slave - SLAVE to the GRAVE
I'm apathetic and pathetic
And blaspheme in my damnation
SLAVE THE GRAVE ...
Beyond belief, betwixt reason
And the iron grip of madness
But it yields nothing - NOTHING
Worse for wear
Beaten ragged broken complete
The jigsaw puzzle of my doom
Need to hold something - SOMETHING
From dawn to dusk
The anthem of rust
Coats these old bones
When it all goes wrong
Slave - SLAVE to the GRAVE
Cannibalistic narcissist
Addicted to self destruction
Slave - SLAVE to the GRAVE
I'm apathetic and pathetic
And blaspheme in my damnation
SLAVE THE GRAVE ...
#dark
#death
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Perverts, Politicians and Pyromaniacs
Psychopaths and perverts
Linger in the shadows
Of the night stopping only
Long enough to up the ante
In the war against malcontents
And fading politicians who are
Serving up deep-fried linoleum
To the public
When they're not selling
Propane to the pyros
Spurred on by
The cosmic karma backlash
Where the weak are
being spoonfed their
Daily dose of scorn
Somewhere, in the shadows
The perverts easily commiserate
Beating on their pale chests
Shouting "The beasts,
They will not die."
...
Linger in the shadows
Of the night stopping only
Long enough to up the ante
In the war against malcontents
And fading politicians who are
Serving up deep-fried linoleum
To the public
When they're not selling
Propane to the pyros
Spurred on by
The cosmic karma backlash
Where the weak are
being spoonfed their
Daily dose of scorn
Somewhere, in the shadows
The perverts easily commiserate
Beating on their pale chests
Shouting "The beasts,
They will not die."
...
#narrative
#shame
#misunderstood
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Alone In Hospice
Through the unlit forest of the mind's labyrinth
other side of one's eye, the beggar of twilight
shadow of dark rags awaits one's fate
in headwinds of loneliness death and despair
swallowing the soul with haunting echoes
screaming from the bowery in Gotham
alone in the hospice awaiting the gospel
other side of one's eye, the beggar of twilight
shadow of dark rags awaits one's fate
in headwinds of loneliness death and despair
swallowing the soul with haunting echoes
screaming from the bowery in Gotham
alone in the hospice awaiting the gospel
#loneliness
#death
#shadows #WritingPoetry
#shadows #WritingPoetry
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Glare from the Willow Tree
As I lie in a spot designated only for me,
The peering eyes from another send a taser through my chest.
"Who's there?"
No reply.
The grass shivers with the wind, frightened and alone,
While the Willow tree ahead grows massive in size.
I can't escape it's grasp.
I'm in a trance.
"Let me free!"
The coo of the raven immediately sends my heart out of shock.
It's been watching with a grimacing look,
Disapproval and disappointment liters the air.
Standing up, I cast a stone that lies perfectly next to the root, ...
The peering eyes from another send a taser through my chest.
"Who's there?"
No reply.
The grass shivers with the wind, frightened and alone,
While the Willow tree ahead grows massive in size.
I can't escape it's grasp.
I'm in a trance.
"Let me free!"
The coo of the raven immediately sends my heart out of shock.
It's been watching with a grimacing look,
Disapproval and disappointment liters the air.
Standing up, I cast a stone that lies perfectly next to the root, ...
#regret
#hate
#loneliness #disappointment
#loneliness #disappointment
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One Day Soon
#dark
#death
#suicide
#obsession
#DomesticViolence
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Moscov
Moskov
the tragedy in Ruslan was grim, committed
by ISIS, we are led to believe because they said
the mass murder, and now ISIS is truthful?
When Putin pointed a finger at Ukraine
the world's acolyte press said he was wrong
Thousands of people laid flowers where
the murder happened, we saw grieving people
but the Foreign Press didn't dwell too long
it was noted the average Russian's looked
prosperous in the Modern Moskov.
if the assailants had been ISIS, they would
not fled but stood their ground until they
were...
the tragedy in Ruslan was grim, committed
by ISIS, we are led to believe because they said
the mass murder, and now ISIS is truthful?
When Putin pointed a finger at Ukraine
the world's acolyte press said he was wrong
Thousands of people laid flowers where
the murder happened, we saw grieving people
but the Foreign Press didn't dwell too long
it was noted the average Russian's looked
prosperous in the Modern Moskov.
if the assailants had been ISIS, they would
not fled but stood their ground until they
were...
#anger
#anxiety
#dark #apathy
#dark #apathy
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Midnight Dracula.
𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭
𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝟏𝟎.
𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞
𝐈𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬.
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝...
𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝟏𝟎.
𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞
𝐈𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬.
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝...
#trees
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Hunting of the evil and downtrodden II;
``~~~…~~~```
My son. come forth, and listen closely to what I say,
For, whom now is your teacher… if not for me… mine son;
It is not enough, to torture and kill the physical body
but the spirit & the mind must be broken
Completely;
Whether one leaves them alive
in pain an regret,
makin delicious sounds of their sufferin,
or one leads them down the winding paths of death,
too their eternal judgment,
Or if one takes the darker roads
Going further, much further, mine son…
Studying the arts of necromancy,
to summon...
My son. come forth, and listen closely to what I say,
For, whom now is your teacher… if not for me… mine son;
It is not enough, to torture and kill the physical body
but the spirit & the mind must be broken
Completely;
Whether one leaves them alive
in pain an regret,
makin delicious sounds of their sufferin,
or one leads them down the winding paths of death,
too their eternal judgment,
Or if one takes the darker roads
Going further, much further, mine son…
Studying the arts of necromancy,
to summon...
#dark
#gothic
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Sipping Anesthesia
Welcome to my anesthesia, a lonely puppeteer
my quill for a corpse in dark schizophrenia
of a broken mind lusting for the light
a maniacal creeping thunder with a face of onion skin
menacing shadows touched by fingers of paranoia
of a lonely generic puppeteer with the bearings of strings
masquerading walking in molasses of the twilight's lipstick
sipping anesthesia through a straw
my quill for a corpse in dark schizophrenia
of a broken mind lusting for the light
a maniacal creeping thunder with a face of onion skin
menacing shadows touched by fingers of paranoia
of a lonely generic puppeteer with the bearings of strings
masquerading walking in molasses of the twilight's lipstick
sipping anesthesia through a straw
#dark
#scary
#WritingPoetry
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A great time with musings.
𝐀 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫
𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡
𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝
𝐈𝐧 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚.
𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭
𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐧.
𝐀𝐧𝐝...
𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡
𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝
𝐈𝐧 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚.
𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭
𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐧.
𝐀𝐧𝐝...
#nature
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Reverse Russian Roulette
Finally playing a real game with myself
Load the revolver
Five chambers loaded
One left blank
I spin the cylinder
Point to my temple
Sweat rolling down my brows
My heart racing
The muscles in my fingers contract
Click
The odds with me
Symbolic of life but yet I never win
I spin again
I place the gun in my mouth this time
Feeling less nervous
And more confident
Again I squeeze the trigger
Click
The sound of the empty chamber
Reverberates throughout my head
Echoing the emptiness I feel ...
Load the revolver
Five chambers loaded
One left blank
I spin the cylinder
Point to my temple
Sweat rolling down my brows
My heart racing
The muscles in my fingers contract
Click
The odds with me
Symbolic of life but yet I never win
I spin again
I place the gun in my mouth this time
Feeling less nervous
And more confident
Again I squeeze the trigger
Click
The sound of the empty chamber
Reverberates throughout my head
Echoing the emptiness I feel ...
#disappointment
#emptiness
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3 years a stalker
Waiting, watching, preying, stalking.
You had me in your clutches
You had me in your trap
No matter which route I head
There’s no way getting back
Chasing, coursing, tracking, hunting.
You broke me just as you wished
You broke me beyond repair
However I try to fix this
Forever in your lair
Taunting, teasing, crushing, squeezing.
Wanted me all to yourself
Wanted me as your slave
Well you’ve chosen the wrong girl
I’ll never be yours babe
Grabbing, choking, screaming,...
You had me in your clutches
You had me in your trap
No matter which route I head
There’s no way getting back
Chasing, coursing, tracking, hunting.
You broke me just as you wished
You broke me beyond repair
However I try to fix this
Forever in your lair
Taunting, teasing, crushing, squeezing.
Wanted me all to yourself
Wanted me as your slave
Well you’ve chosen the wrong girl
I’ll never be yours babe
Grabbing, choking, screaming,...
#abuse
#myself
#SelfReflection #manipulation
#SelfReflection #manipulation
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