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The Evolution of Darkness

deadwolf
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Death Beckons

Death Beckons, drawing me nearer, closer an closer it calls me;
It is callin, “Come here O’ Lost son of ours,
the Forgotten one that had become lost in the land of the living”
It is comin; with Every breath an heart beat draws them near,
they are comin, there is no escape, there can be no escape
They are comin,
Chills go up and down my spine as they draw nearer
“Give up your false perception of hope”
“Surrender to the Freedom of giving up”
And they are right… there is a certain freedom;
In not caring any longer
“For ALL who cling onto Hope an faith;
From within them flows an everlasting spring of Despair,
an hopelessness" from being let down
and the Crushing force of Depression comes rushing in,
Neurotic an Discontent, Disconected dwell in there within
Making in them a Prison of one
LOST HOPE

Written by deadwolf    
Published 3rd March 2013 12:25pm  Last modified 3rd March 2013 12:27pm
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darkly woven Tales: The Fugitive

Darkly woven tales:
  "The fugitive, hell's version of the reaper, once wrongfully condemned,  a man who rises from the grave, with fury and hell's fiery vengeance, it chooses a living soul and sends you to hell for the sins you've committed in your time in the earth"


Oh Cold December morning, that it has risen, fugitive of the damned,
The fugitive, hell's version of the reaper,
It rises from the grave, looking for the living
choosing a soul to take, a replacement to take its place as one of the damned,
dragged down in heavy chains of misery
to take their place, and serve their time for a time and a times in a half
where the cruel ones wait, and the tormented scream endlessly
feel that presence near you, watching every move, waiting for a moment  you fall from grace
Apparitions rising, Feel Hell hounds on the loose, they are closer
they are coming:
Let him who has understanding keep long standing and fall not to temptation during the hour appointed for the reaping
If he’s allowed to live he will crucify us all
They are here:
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Cold December morning, I rise, and am risen from this grave,
breaking free from hells gates, I must find someone to take my place
I can already hear them coming, Hells hounds coming to drag me back home again
the darkly woven one, hells reaper
I am a fugitive, blackness to all who stand before me
The fugitive, Hells version of the reaper, no simple apparition,
When air goes cold, feel me, feel me clawing around your neck,
Stealing every breath away
Giving you your most wanton desires
and in the moment of your falling, when sin and I creep in
I’ll drag you to your grave wrapped in chains of misery
TO BE DEVOURED, GIVEN TO HELL HOUNDS INSTEAD
moving I make no sound
waiting for my time, mists of confusion cover up the steps
Cold December morning, that I have risen
Fires burning bright, by first child fallen reborn tonight
So shall the sacrifices of the coming of the fallen one be going on tonight
Time, time enough to spread and finish up my work
through the fire and flames, as the worlds burning
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And so in the days following the rising of fugitive, the reaping soon took place
This is the time where all good things of the former life were left behind
seeds of corruption set in, absolute abomination and desolation followed
And so death and destruction to falsity of former laws and rule,
Death to heroes, deities and false kings
darkly ruled, brightly shined, or fake,
I am the fugitive, reaper escaped from hells gates,
The fields of the kingdom and all things of the former life burning, burnt to ground,
Behold the earth is burning, heavens and in hell, with a bright light
I am the fugitive, wrongfully condemned,  the one above, reborn with the power given for former lifes of faith fulfilled,
///Co-Written by duality worn, and darkly woven/// Up The Irons Muther Fukers \m/

deadwolf
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  This is a fun competition, Bump... hehehe,  o.0

ilovescarystories
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                  My Black String[old work]
Here in my hand I hold love and pain.

In my hand I hold " death".

For I hold my perfect doll.

This darkness engulfs my hand.

It feels cold and bitter, against my hand.

I would swear its hell.  

It hurts so much.

However this can't be hell.

For hell burns and my hand is cold as ice.

The ice stains my doll.

Making its heart black as night.

Her black button eyes staring through my soul.

The night covers my doll, blinding me of all sight.

Its eyes now sinster with anger from me trapping it in this cold darkness.

Her face once as fair as lace.

Is now cruel as it can be.

I felt the path fading away as I began to stray from it.

As greed, jealously, anger, lies, corrupted my once perfect doll.

I became lost in this bitter darkness myself.

My once perfect pure soul tainted by darkness.

My love is now divided by hate.

I pulled the black string around her neck.

The string twisted around her neck like a sinster snake.

She died, and I slowly started to die as I pulled the string tighter.

I discovered all too soon the doll was me.

I tried to undo the knot.  

But it was stuck too tight.

I gasped for air as I fell to my knees all blue and purple.

Greed, jealousy, anger, lies were what made the black string.

I became hazy and dazed.

Yes, I died that day but so did my doll.

This is goodbye.. My doll


                       What have I done? [new work]
Betrayed you like judas.
To drink this red wine, and to wear a gauntlet of poison but a drink a goblet of blood.
I gaze and I am dazed by the pain I have made.
I counted the silver coins the counted down your death.
I wait by this door with tears dripping down, and hearts being shattered in two.
I look up to see pale blue.
I see you....
Hanging by your neck on this cold winter eve.
I reach up to you, to find you out of my reach.
The flies circling to dine off that flesh.
The blood dripping.
The demons reaching.
The crows singing.
The insects following.
For I am poor old judas.
With your dark shadow spreading across the wall.
Stalking me with your Dracula eye.
We were so close in life, but we are together forever in death.
Biting me with your demon fangs.
I couldn't save the life of my child..
Your mother always hitting you.
Me always using you.
What kind of father am I?
But I see you coming up to me.
I see your dark shadow come near.
With a knife in hand, you say...
" I loved you father" ..
Mother is a bloodied mess.
Father had a drink one too many.
Son is hanging outside.
A battered family shivering.
What have we done?...

LobodeSanPedro
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 16th Apr 2013
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Blood Cousins Part 1 of 2
   
Live    
Hunt    
Kill    
   
The darkened core of my existence    
Refined and defined by the edicts of my father    
   
Eternal agony branded in me by the man who killed my mother    
Right in front of me    
Hacked with silvery steel as she screamed to comfort me    
I was baptized in her blood    
Purified and demonized all at the same time      
Those fleeting moments of her warmth were oddly    
Soothing    
   
Blood is the vessel of my spiraling  odyssey    
For the red pearls I seek are so elusive    
Never given    
Always taken      
   
In my sojourn I find those crimson pearls are essential most    
To those who deserve them least    
   
I study the rhythmic current of  blood and know it's echoes    
People congregate    
Blood coagulates    
The strong gather around the weak to help    
Or reek havoc    
   
When blood splatters and dries    
It's whispers of life can still be seen in the proper light    
   
Vampire    
Me    
No    
   
Lets just say we're kissing cousins    
   
We live by the same Code    
Live    
Hunt    
Kill    
   
And yes,  my cousins and I are selective    
Artistic in our approach even    
Haven't you ever heard of a    
Still    
Life    
   
Dexter Morgan    
Miami Dade PD 
   
Presented in the VAMPIRE challenge hosted by AngelicDarkness; my first Dark write.

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deadwolf
Fire of Insight
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Joined 28th Jan 2013
Forum Posts: 195

Hunted
It follows, it sinks into my skin,
It follows, constantly wanting in
watching, searching, it knows,  
it hunts me
it feeds and then it grows
deformed and twisted tumbling forward, from all childhood nightmares before the dawn
It tears into the soul
A fire is starting, spreading like before,
all I know, all I know, fades crying into the void,
its how it wants me, in the dead eyes of its soul
nothing more,
back to the beginning, back to the meaning,
Why does it want me,
why does it want to devour my soul
reign of the sickness begins
fear of the living, afraid of life, fear of death, Stygian abyss at the gates,”

David_Macleod
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Tyrant of Words
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Joined 5th Nov 2014
Forum Posts: 2983

first dark poem

Stop Me

It will be too late when I’m wearing her severed head as a hat
Or I’ve skewered her face with violin strings turning her into a cat
she wont be able to complain when I’ve gouged out her tongue with a chisel
she’ll have run out of time when her arterial overflow turns into a drizzle
But you’ve failed once again as there lifeless she lies
I’ve silenced her pleading, her begging, her pitiful cries
You are the one, the chosen one, the one who’s meant to stop me
You are meant to arrive and save the day, with a shotgun shot to drop me

I make that thirteen so far, twelve of them clearly your fault
The first one doesn’t really count it was merely a sexual assault
The second one was a gift to you, a showcase of my brilliance
My capacity for torture, my single mindedness, my resilience
You are meant to be an expert you’re supposed to prevent the kill
You’re not my equal, and despite the crumbs I throw you I still can kill at will

David_Macleod
14397816
Tyrant of Words
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Forum Posts: 2983

Second dark one - much more recent than the first

Taking Out The Bins

John Wayne Gacey-body count 33
Joked about his killing spree
Circus clown and sodomite
Listened to his victim’s plight
None repentant, none contrite
None put up a righteous fight
A killer clown had seen the light
God had told him he was he right
Homosexuals, that was why
Why, they all deserved to die

Edward Bundy -body count 30
An eye for the ladies especially the flirty
Prostitutes, their brazen strut
Sinful nature defiled by smut
No way out of their vile rut
God’s open door to them was shut
Hate the whore, hate the slut
Purify with stab and cut
Sold their bodies that is why
Why, they all deserved to die

Albert Fish -body count 67
Assisting boys to get to heaven
A cock and balls revelation
No greater sin than masturbation
Wasted ground seed ejaculation
God’s solution amputation
Fish’s special dispensation
Hot sharp razor full castration
They had a penis, that is why
Why, they all deserved to die

Robert Pickton -body count 48
Releasing people from their fate
Humanity a tub of swill
Killing was the cure all pill
Time is short there’s blood to spill
Sinners so much fun to kill
Doing it purely for the thrill
50 -  Target unfulfilled
Purely random, that is why
Why they all deserved to die

I heard angelic violins
God told me go and purge their sins
The needful slaughter, it begins
With muffled screams like rattling tins
I’ve made a suit from human skins
Now nobody laughs and no one grins
Just like them, I’m only taking out the bins


GodKill
Lost Thinker
Joined 14th Apr 2015
Forum Posts: 16

Shooting holes,through heavens holy gate,
Like a thorn, in the ribs of our Holy One,
life is filled with rape, murder, lust and hate,
But there's the Father,the Whore,and the Only Son,

Shooting holes,
Through Heavens Holy Gate,
Shooting holes,
Through the one I FUCKING hate,
Shooting holes
Through  Heavens Holy Gate,
On the wings, Of tomorrow I sit and wait,

Like Ripping wings off a Butterfly,
I sit and wait till the day we Fucking Die, I
wear my Crown of thorns,
On my throne of Shit,
I Watch the world file it's Horns,
And it makes me Fucking Sick,

Shooting Holes,
Through Heavens Holy Gate,
Shooting holes,
Through the one I Fucking hate,
Shooting holes,
Through heavens Holy Gate,
On the wings, of tomorrow I sit and wait,

GodKill
Lost Thinker
Joined 14th Apr 2015
Forum Posts: 16

Now for a brand new one, hmm off the top of my head,


Children playing,
No cares in the world,
He Sits Waiting,
Burning through the girl,
Sun is setting,
Mothers calling home,
Swings are swaying,
The little girl is gone,

What the fuck is wrong with this world,
What happened to us all,
When one Nation rises
Another one falls,
What the fuck is wrong with this world,
Everybodies dying,
But no one to give fuck,
The little girl is crying,
Mothers out of luck,

Engine stops,
in front of a wooden shack,
The child he drops,
On to her frail back,
Her clothes are all ripped off,
Her screams go unheard,
They echo between the old walls,
But no one heard a world,

What the fuck is wrong with this world,
Why do we kill our own?
What the fuck is wrong with this world,
Why can't we all get along?

The little girl is broken,
So is her little smile,
She tried to break away from,
But her is slammed in tile,
Blood running down her face,
His eyes roll down her body,
He leads in for another taste,

What the fuck is wrong with this world,
What must we live the way we do,
what the fucked wrong with this world,
Others, have feelings to,
What the fuck is wrong with this world,
all we care about is our self,
What the fuck is wrong with this world,
No one cares about your wealth,

Sitting in a darker room,
Giving up on life
Forever cursed to this tomb,
Griping homemade knife,
Should plant it into his heart,
Instead she plants into her own,
Her body rots inside her black tomb,
her soul is all alone,

DevilsChild
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 10th Dec 2014
Forum Posts: 119

Ok, but just know my first was one fucked up write lol

Snuff ! extreme content !

Another girl another contraption
A simple rod hanging from the ceiling
Attached a young tart that was jogging
Little did she know their being a monster waiting
Inside bushes with a rag of chloroform
She sees my leather mask as I reach for her face
"Night-night princess"
She looks so scared with her blindfold
Must feel the rope around her neck
The chair at the bottom of her feet  
Shivers run through her naked body
She hears my steps “who’s there?”
“Shut up and choke bitch”
I kick the chair out from under her
Watching as she starts to turn blue
Struggles while flailing legs and arms
“I’m not done yet”
Cutting her down, she gasp for air
“Why are you doing this?!”
“Ha! ha! ha!”
I take off the blindfold for she can see my sickness
Grabbing a razor I cut both her wrist
"Bleed for me baby"
As blood runs I insert myself between legs
Fucking her as screams of fear echo
I slap that pretty face and spit on her every time she struggles
“You like that you dirty whore?”
“No!!!”
Guess we will have to try harder than
I drag her from her hair to the shitter
Then push her head down
All I hear is a gargle sounds
Lift her head
“I can’t breathe!!”
I don’t fucking care for your life
Now take it in your tight anal hole while you drown
Push her head back down as I have my thrill
Finally I release my grip only to grab a sexy whip that I covered with blades
“Please no…  Aaaaaahhhh!!””
I whip her over and over as blood sprays out
The warmth of her red liquid turns me on
"Now get on your fucking back"
I ram my dick inside, the feeling a mixture of heaven and hell
Wrapping hands around that whores neck as she fights for her life
“Die you fucking slut!”
Try as she might the punches and kicks have no force
I just continue my hard thrust to the point of her pussy tearing
My cum shoots out as I feel her life slip away

:------------------------------------------------------------

This is my newer one.

Draculina ! extreme content !

I found her crying with a gun in her mouth,  
the smell of her families blood all around.  
I asked “who did this?” as tears ran down her face.  
Her silence greatly disturbed me…  
Still I extended my hand, then told her “why die when you could live forever?”  
 
She was a bit on the wild side, but I shrugged it off as her just being a new Vamp.  
Though some of her actions were very bothersome.  
Ripping kids heads off and feeding on their inners,  
running after pregnant women then tearing the fetus straight from the belly.  
Even though I’m a monster, it still made me sick.  
I maybe a murderer but more of the gentle killer, one that will swoon the victim then feast.  
She obviously cared nothing of compassion.  
 
Even when we fucked she was always the aggressor.  
Pulling my clothes off in dark alleys while the hobos watched.  
She didn’t even care; she just jumped on and rode me whenever she wanted like some overly horny teenager.  
Can't complain though, I did enjoy playing with all her lovely holes.  
The thrill was enough to bring even Dracula to his knees.  
 
The gruesome nightly bloodbaths, and her outrageous outburst against me got overwhelming.  
I finally had enough when I woke up one morning with her standing over me with a stake against my heart.  
“Draculina, what are you doing?”  
“Hehe… just keeping you on your toes!”  
She played it off as if it was some kind of joke,  
but at that moment I knew… it was her that killed her family.  
 
While she slept, I wrapped her up in silver chains,  
she awoke kicking and screaming as I dragged her to the basement.  
Not wanting to be unfair, I let her plea her case.  
Telling me that she just didn’t understand our ways.  
I decided to give her another chance; after all her argument did sound reasonable...  
As I begun to undo her from the chains, I was suddenly struck with a wooden stake that she kept hidden.  
Those cold eyes of hers didn’t even blink as I faded away.  

Krosgood
Violence
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Silent scream
-My first dark poem published

So young
So innocent
So scarred of the dark
The shadows
The fear
The nightmare starts
From out of the closet
From under the bed
To choking the life
To create the dead
Awake
Alone
And chilled to the bone
Scared
So scared
Of being alone
Hush now your eyes are shut convinced it was dream
Hush now your eyes are shut don't let it hear you scream

Written by Violence (Krosgood)    View profile Violence
Published 22nd March 2014 12:39pm  
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.

Krosgood
Violence
Thought Provoker
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The Nano-Bot Messiah Virus http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MF_21MLsDlw/UgWj-2hHIMI/AAAAAAAAIQs/7W8DHqhBxKE/s1600/11j3ogk.jpg

Hydraulic lines come alive
As the motors start to whine
Pushing fluid
Gears align
Engage the flywheel that works the spine

Living tissues hide the works
Mechanized
Nano-bot
Rebirth
Wires break the skin
Lacks the feeling of hurt
Broken hose spewing oil flying out in spurts

Steam billows upward and black smoke fills the sky
The engineers work through the night as your sight of God subsides

I remember when man ruled the world
Money was the vice and religion unfurled
Now we fear the sundown
And the mechanical whines at night
Dusk patrol to dawn they wander killing everything in sight

Steel supports replace the bones
Skulls constructed of reflective chrome
The brain inside has already died
Then bio-mechanically revived

Electrical impulses sent from the mainframe
Analytical thought from the processors sustained
God isn't here nor can we be helped
The engineers are the ones whose scorn we have felt

Digging through the piles of decaying corpses
Killed by the crossfire from rebel forces
Looking for a leg and a heart still warm
The engineers breed life to the bio-mechanical swarm

No purpose none at all but the skeptics said it couldn't be done at all
So the skeptics were the first blood shed
And the skeptics were the first to fall

The sun burns red down the armageddon path
With sound of screams through a bones wet snap
The oil fields are dry and these gears need lubrication
Blood works well
Hello annihilation

GodKill
Lost Thinker
Joined 14th Apr 2015
Forum Posts: 16

Man I love that, reminds of a nightmare I had over and over and over as a child,
It was a machine man, very similar to yours,

snugglebuck
Dangerous Mind
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PLAGUE OF PESTUALANCE

The beast was cast back
Into the bottomless pit
Those few who live
Must bury the dead many
And do it quick

No time to morn rotting flesh
Before being fed
Scavengers never say grace
What was life vibrant  
Is now laid waste
Disposal demands haste  


No song bird sings
No child laughs
What once was sky blue
Is sulfur tinted sad

But respite will come
After the masses interred
And the great pyramids
Of pyres are burned

Exhausted they fell
And slept within
The glow of children
And other lost kin

Till dawn’s early roar
Proclaimed a storm
But the boiling clouds
Were not God’s form

No plague of petulance
Had the world ever seen
As these man-like
Arachnidan league winged  

Angry tiger faces
Upon exoskeletons
Scorpion tailed minions
They flew by the millions

With venomous tails
Causing excruciating sting
With sadistic glee  
They’d attack every living thing

Inflicting pain unendurable
Chronic, yet never fatal
To kill would be charitable
Tormenting was more enjoyable
They reveled in their evil
Their sadism was insatiable

A woman cried out
“Pray we all to God in Heaven!”

A man mocks, “see before you!
There is no God or Heaven!”


In agony she replied with shrill
“Then why must we dwell
With these demons from Hell?"

But on deaf ears her question fell

"Surely if there is a Satan
There must be a Savior!”


But there were no trumpets
That could be heard
Above the piercing shrieks
From the suffering tortured

HadesRising
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You guys rock. Keep them coming.

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