My favorite shadow

I want to see your best or favorite dark poem, prose, or story.
I'd prefer an old one over a new one but it's not required.
Any topic as long as it falls under the dark category.
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One entry only.


Whose shadow shines the darkest?

Choose Your Side When it's a Suicide.

I feel like yelling off the tallest cliff,
a voice to echo this lonely abyss.
Scream all the air out of my lungs,
Knowing my struggles are far from won,
Rain is in the forecast. Today. Tomorrow.
fill up this pool let me drown in my sorrows.
 
a lone bubble leaks from my tightly closed lips,
as i slip into the darkness like a solar eclipse,
One wish wouldn't be enough to stop this tragedy,
so the pain drains as I  look on absently,
I let this water rush into my cavities,
making me forget what is the matter with me.

You Are Mine ! extreme content !

       
crucify me upside down      
on Lucifer's spiked cock      
taking Him down my throat      
       
impaling my intestines      
with His forked member      
drinking demonic semen      
       
I spit the bloodied truth      
from the pit below      
my eyes cherry red      
       
fed the secrets of the damned      
they fuck my soul      
entering roughly        
       
blackness pours forth      
I want to bathe you        
in the acidic waters      
       
of my lust for evil incarnate      
it washes over me      
like dark death      
       
enters all of my orifices      
fucking, torturing      
making me writhe and moan  
       
there is a man walking among us      
scythe in hand      
carving his dark art        
       
on the tender folds of my pussy lips      
making me cream out desire for him      
chained to him from the nether world      
       
I submit willingly      
this is his dominion        
dark overlord      
       
he sees this demoness      
in his periphery        
invoking legion      
       
to make me cum      
on hands and knees      
awaiting my punishment        
       
for being so weak      
manacled to the rack      
he enters my bloodied cunt      
       
pounding out his hunger
with carnal, primal need      
his message is clear      
       
bitch you will obey me      
I see and know you      
crucified on Lucifer's cross      
       
you are mine      

Miss(taken)

With this chain I thee wed
and bathe our henevcrimson
in honeymoon bed
To bear the weight
of each passing year
as you dwell in naught but fear
and curb the freedom of true heart
snipping passion full apart
for locks and chains
do not love make
nor do true loves hesitate
for want of oaths or vows chaste
but instead commiserate
what could have been
becomes what was
never was there such a truer love
With this chain I thee wed
hearts bleed crimson
across this bed
forever alone
forever dead
forever gone to the dreams we bled

Reflections of a Pissed Off Killown

"Asshole," is what junior murmured under his breath

All because I wouldn't make the little snot another balloon poodle
Here's the Crayolas, there's the corner
Be a good boy and just go doodle
 
Doesn't junior know the hole is what I'll put in his mother's ass at one time or another
Cause  if I fucked her straight up
I might get idiots kids like him and his shit little brother

It's the same routine, gig after gig
With the same fuckin' painted on smile

Say something funny
Juggle some knives
Take a picture with a child

Same routine of Vicodin,
Valium and Viagra for all these shitty people to get past their shitty lies
I see right past their facade with these painted Bozo eyes  

I can smell the rancor of suburban bliss on some of them even with my big rubber nose
The skin of lepers disguised in preposterous designer clothes
They wear it like armor to tell their friends from their foes

I can tell the blonde milf there with the paid for jugs is married to a lawyer or some broker schmuck
Now she's tired of the same 15 year choreographed seven minute fuck

I give her the naughty clown wink and nod towards my size 24 boats

Know what they say about a man and his shoes
No more singing, The Unsatisfied Housewife Blues  

But here boys and girls is where the real party begins
The jack-in-the-box in this sin of sins

See, she gets to ride this Mad Hatter as part of some twisted fantasy fuck
While hubby is bound and gagged in my rainbow painted truck

I give the poor esquire a chance to make me laugh
I ask, "Who's your favorite clown,
the one with the biggest gaff?!"

When his trembling lips sputter a name
I take scalpel and razors to face
to make him one and the same

I've done five Bozos, three Ronalds
And a Homey to boot
Two Krustys, a Clarabell,
And a  Charlie Chalk for some British snoot

With each laughing face carved to bloody perfection
I feel the rise of yet another clowned size erection
But this time I'll do his mistress with my new found resurrection

A simple slit of his throat is then all that is required
Ungrateful bastard didn't say I was his favorite
which was all that I desired

I dispose of the body with the same ease in which I toot-toot my horn
This one'll be buried at the cemetery in Fairlawn

It's not a hard dig, just three feet or so
The sod already softened from the previous show
I bury them on top of someone just laid to rest
Face down, this way the lawyer does what he does best

Fuck the world with worms in his chest

Toot-fuckin-toot

"Reaching through the black. "



I want to taste the poison
From your lips
Drink the datura from
Your soul
Hallucinating on my depravity
Tip toeing over my lust
Push the envelope
Across the edge of dreams
On astral plane
This projection of hope...
And love
Let you lick away
My emotions
Surrender to your apathetic state
I'll be the secret
You like to keep
With infinite darkness
In your eyes
I know there's still
A light in there
Somewhere
Needing you is
A slow death
I die a little more
Every night
I wake up reaching
For stars
That glimmer in the lies
That roll off of your tongue
Like you they're out
Of reach
I reach for you
Searching for light
This darkness is as dark
As my fantasies
I'll taste the poison
From your lips
As long as the dose
Is plentiful
I can't buy back
The soul I never sold
When I bargain with devils
I find myself reaching
Through the black
with temptation
dripping down my legs
And an ache that's softly
killing me again.

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Darkness in my Soul

there is darkness in my soul
lending portraits of hate in lively montage
twinkles of broken glasses
inviting me to rage again

the skeletal hands reach into me
squeezing warmth and love away
draining me of mercy
and I hunt again

I thirst for blood
and scattered flesh
painting them with scattered innards
looking at the signs within

my grim and crimson gown
of dead men's jellied blood
like lipstick bright upon my face
hair matted in glorious magenta

he used to be my lover
loved me until I shiver
he is part of my body now
within my belly within my soul.

banshee.

I awoke       
to the sound of screaming banshees
when in actuality
it was my soul
trying to claw it's way out of my flesh

he was after me     again     "red death"

heart breathing swift
scrounging for its last breath

I grabbed that fucking bull
by its horns
and mounted its tongue
on my burning tulips,
gyrating my hips
animalistic~ly
so it could see
the divine
bestiality
within

me;      

as he licked and lapped
the sinuous of my sap

I had staggered visions
of giving Jesus some confessional head
down by the old church, kneeled on dirty knees  
upon an old tossed out pew where ca~tho~lic sinners     spewed
the pornographic of their sins, uncommitted;
but he was on the lamb
mounting segregation
while ass fucking immigration
only 'cause I was nowhere
to be seen in his sea of carnal green

but once he cum'd off his 'bout w/Heaven, he
trudged through ----> the infernal gates of my Hell
with no memory of this place; he left his face
in my pink little pots while demonic gnomes
made of cathedral glass and ember stones
s p l i t my breast [plates],
and broke my back,
and splintered my bones;

in my home, I dug up our little black pills under the hill
soiling my hand while Jesus created a garden    p
of black picket fences where he strung me     u,
impaling ~ my rectum to throat ~
while the Devil's goat bled the carnivorous
of my mother's lust milk

as it fell upon Jesus' wounded mouth ~ I sprouted wings
and thereafter,
breast fed one of 16 vestal virgin banshees
who were leaving for the coast


screaming

UNDERNEATH THE MOURNING STAR
(THE TRAGEDY OF GOD-CROSSED LOVERS)
 
 
I spied Faith sitting upon a rail.
Fair hair in the wind,
Watching the ships set sail.
Whispers from her wonder if
She’ll ever see me again,
As I sail off into the rift.
 
Gone to fight in God’s own war
Clad in celestial armor,
I go to break the door.
Of things so vile and beneath
Us, the holy army.
We will crush them under our feet.
 
     In Heaven, God looked upon Faith.
     And saw that without me,
     She was but a wraith.
     And sadness filled His heart.
 
Between the battles, I dream of her.
Sitting there so lonely,
Drawing her picture in the dirt.
Falling leaves remind me of the time
Of splendors and apples.
Before sin was a crime.
 
       Here in His kingdom sat one so blind
     To the love that shone
     But then Faith was still mine.
     A forbidden affair in His home.
 
In the heat of Battle I threw down their King.
Their morale was broken
And enemy horde felt the sting.
I proclaimed my victory for God’s glory
And headed for home
To Heaven, to tell the story.
 
     Word spread to the Lord of my win
     But He was full of envy
     For in His house Faith and I sinned.
     In His eyes there were many.
 
Sat her down in comfort.
Then told her about my doom.
She wept upon the shoulder of the Lord.
But him it was just
Another player knocked off the board.
 
There she stood on top of the stairs
And the air was so thick with despair.
Her stricken heart set to un-tune her,
And grief poured forth to consume her.
With one last pull of the heart strings
She cast herself from the spire
And the cold night air was lit up with fire.
 
     God was then struck with a rage
     And barred me from the chamber floor.
     I was to be condemned in a cage
     And I looked into the face of mistrust
     Once filled with just, but nevermore.
 
“Cast me, Father, as you cast her out!
Throw me from your heart!”  
And thus, I lashed about.
“I have lost Faith to her doom!”
The, I, The Morningstar
Cursed God from Heaven to distant moons.
 
     And He said,
 
     “Her pride for you kept her so fair.
     Your death by my word led to despair.
     I cast you out, into the dark.
     Let the lash of her death leave a mark.”
 
And so I fell
Through fire and earth.
To rule beneath
A new rebirth.
And still I search
For where she burned.
I have looked afar,
From Hell to Earth.
I am still The Mourning Star.




(c) 2013 Frank Green

Le vita e bella..fine...Rossa rosa 🌹 ! extreme content !
I was asked, Baldesare, do you find eroticism in the seduction and capture of your victim?          
Or is it the bite? 💋          
         
The answer....Nessuno dei due          
         
ao il mio nome è          
triste immortale          
camminare in frettahe          
         
Cose' erotismo vamparismo?        
......eroticism in vampirism is in what happens after the bite and suck...          
Lost in his life draining...in beats of blood pulse...he is forced to errection, from the seduction and heat of the vampire taking him. I leave him in an in between state of living and dead between heaven and hell. A vampire kiss 💋 purgatory state...momentito!      
My vampire hunger filled by kill and this new life force drained out and in Ahh! Throbbing cock and throbbing heart beating renewing blood and life...          
           
Vita imortale!!....          
         
If it is true eroticism, sexual hunger and a literal hunger. Festo il rosso 🌹The feeling that thrrrob in my cunt and veins......oooooh fanculo!...          
Beat of heart heat beating between inner thigh to clit and mind i dine in pleasure i will suck my measure... as he suffers my take and quakes...          
He cums gush semen and blood awwwe i salivate...          
That Iron smell sangue lingers in an animal mist.. Belissimo! Blood and his swell.....          
That is the reason i bite and dry my mortal untill he is empty...i long...desire fills me. Hu a lungo per sesso..I live to 🌹          
And i live by another night to feast...enjoying the feel more than just my grip of cock. My climax, that red lipped jugular kiss. Baccio! 💋muuagh! 💋          
He wanted a quick fuck. My need a quick life lick with canines stick...and yes orgasmo!  He die, blood drip drip drop between my ghostly white thigh...    
With pointed finger tip i trace his bood round my slit...finger prick!! Teehee oh monster me...    
         
He came so easy to my slaughter..poor pooor little lamb          
Always the last mistake the poor dear makes..          
Povero bambino...mmmm...haha!          
         
Stasera...i drained woman that bitch cunt smelled of blood, she was mentruating..i could not help it.        
Was so very hungry...  
I suffered for my snack...my King punished...i bent down his cock in my ass hard and deep!!....piacere oh piacere..Yes Re tipo YES!!  
Ummm...mi scusi...  
Per favore my King..perdonare!!          
         
Thats an end. Ce sara del sangue sempre il mio amore......          
         
No more per favore..          
         
Ciao bella..🌹

Split second Posessed

Your mind fuck speak touch through my telephone      
Dark voice release invading pheromone      
     
Hell here in my heart await psycho lovers lips      
Excruciating need for animal suck my tit      
     
At last primal breathe warms to scorching bite      
Three fingers do wet stretch pussy sho is tight      
       
Head warns possession he will take hold my soul      
No matter my human  never was quite whole      
     
Your hands melt my intuition sense  epiphanies doom      
My body gone mad dick fill up my womb      
     
My cunt walls rock through combustible groove      
Pyro hips baby feel em move      
     
A sex funk fume outta every pore      
Smells like angel turned bitch darlin your little whore      
     
My wanton demon scream fill up this broken place      
He spills hot milky white over tits and my face      
     
No ceremony after nods and gathers his shit      
My crazed obsessive  invaded no bottom of it

i saw you in every face
where the skin was drained
and the shoulder was small
i saw you
in every tremble
of my own hands
i saw you under the wet pavement
a bloated putrid corpse
i saw you in the letter you sent
via the early intervention team
i saw you fallen in a gutter
and your ribs had been pulled apart
and a bus had drawn a line over you

today i did not go out

some of us need seasons
to remember change is possible
but that doesn't happen here
it's the sunny carbon underbelly
of silver cooking spoons
where leaves last forever
and endless summer is a horrible thing

I wanted to hurt her
by hurting myself
just to hear her screaming my name again
burnt that book one last time
salty water pooling in the retina is our art

in motion
that can't catch traction

some thing strung up in the form of some ancient son
meant to scare away things that fly
makes perfect sense to me
a purpose driven life
when admired from the shade of it

Beautiful Pain

You smiled when you stuck it in deep
Looking me directly in the eyes
Then you slid it out slowly,
Laughing at my muffled cries

You inched it back in softly
Before I could muster a move
Your fingers glided across my throat
Whispering you thought my skin felt smooth

When you pulled it out again
You slid your tongue over its sheen
Leaning in, you kissed my trembling lips
I felt your vicious power, all places in between

You pulled my head back
With a fist full of sweaty hair
Gliding it across my face, letting me lick it too
I pulled you in closer, wishing my body was bare

Your body pressed on mine with a forceful fury
Plunging it back in one last time
My body twisted...my eyes fluttered
Then you yelled out, tonight you are mine!

I was able to choke out only a few words
Allow me one last sinister dream
Before the darkness creeps its way in
Love me before you silence my last sweet scream