Dark Poems Seeking Friendly Advice
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Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:59pm
Yesterday 8:59pm
Reveling
I watched Faces Of Death and called home, homesick
Tantalizing dreams of mutilating a body with an icepick
Adding arsenic to my drink to make my shake real thick
Remembering escaping Satan's table took the ultimate trick
I had to die to enter a realm of disbelief
Only by enduring the pain can I feel relief
Daring to turn the knob and open the door
To sit at Satan's Table and sleep with his whore
You can bleach my bones and grind them into a powder
After stewing the flesh add semen for a chowder
Throw in the guts and brains for...
Tantalizing dreams of mutilating a body with an icepick
Adding arsenic to my drink to make my shake real thick
Remembering escaping Satan's table took the ultimate trick
I had to die to enter a realm of disbelief
Only by enduring the pain can I feel relief
Daring to turn the knob and open the door
To sit at Satan's Table and sleep with his whore
You can bleach my bones and grind them into a powder
After stewing the flesh add semen for a chowder
Throw in the guts and brains for...
#dark
#evil
#horror
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1 Comment
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:47pm
Yesterday 8:47pm
On The Loose
Just in case my intellect perplex
I have a mental capacity that exceeds insanity
Having made a complete cipher
On the scales of reality
being born with intent
I was never afraid to commit
Injected with the serum for suicide
I'm veering towards homicide
From an omnipotent vantage point, I see everything from above
Except the murderer hiding in the alcove
Stabbed in the back, spliced from my center of being
I realize I'm bounded to Baal, creator of demons
Ripping the fabric of time to unite
Breaking into my...
I have a mental capacity that exceeds insanity
Having made a complete cipher
On the scales of reality
being born with intent
I was never afraid to commit
Injected with the serum for suicide
I'm veering towards homicide
From an omnipotent vantage point, I see everything from above
Except the murderer hiding in the alcove
Stabbed in the back, spliced from my center of being
I realize I'm bounded to Baal, creator of demons
Ripping the fabric of time to unite
Breaking into my...
#dark
#evil
#horror
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:54am
Yesterday 3:54am
Punch Drunk
Woke up coughing for whatever reason I can't get up
Each eyelid seems to weigh a ton, what the fuck
There seems to be a fallen building right on top of me
My breathing is painful, labored, and my voice is raspy
"Hello" is continuously forced out with no response
My eyes are slowly pried open, they hit my cheeks and brow, and they bounce
I find myself looking up at a ceiling that is totally unfamiliar
The scent is foul as hell, smothering, and it isn't familiar
Where am I and why can't I move or get up
Has all the...
Each eyelid seems to weigh a ton, what the fuck
There seems to be a fallen building right on top of me
My breathing is painful, labored, and my voice is raspy
"Hello" is continuously forced out with no response
My eyes are slowly pried open, they hit my cheeks and brow, and they bounce
I find myself looking up at a ceiling that is totally unfamiliar
The scent is foul as hell, smothering, and it isn't familiar
Where am I and why can't I move or get up
Has all the...
#dark
#death
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:45am
Yesterday 3:45am
Persephone
Debby was a beautiful girl, not only in heart but she had a beautiul spirit
Her soul wasn't of the silent sort, familiars claimed that they could hear it
Quick to try to right any wrong, uplifting motivation all day long
"We Are The World" her favorite of all time song
She considered herself a free spirit, one of the last true hippies
Casual in her dress, nose piercing, and a love to get a little tipsy
Popping up in social circles grabbing children of any color and acting silly
She was trailer park, ghetto, barrio, goth, rock, blues, city,...
Her soul wasn't of the silent sort, familiars claimed that they could hear it
Quick to try to right any wrong, uplifting motivation all day long
"We Are The World" her favorite of all time song
She considered herself a free spirit, one of the last true hippies
Casual in her dress, nose piercing, and a love to get a little tipsy
Popping up in social circles grabbing children of any color and acting silly
She was trailer park, ghetto, barrio, goth, rock, blues, city,...
#dark
#love
37 reads
2 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
30th Apr 2025 3:52am
30th Apr 2025 3:52am
Machete Mentality
#dark
#evil
#horror
32 reads
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
30th Apr 2025 3:45am
30th Apr 2025 3:45am
Butcher's Block
#dark
#death
#horror
31 reads
3 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
29th Apr 2025 6:17pm
29th Apr 2025 6:17pm
I’m Closing My Eyes Now
I just can’t seem to get right,
the lines are never quite parallel
there are no right angles as I melt
into the void
A lost geometric anomaly fighting
to tear away the suffocating plastic
of normalcy, falling ever deeper
Into the quicksand of regret
I just can’t seem to get right,
forced down by the centrifugal force
spinning self doubt and fear like a web
from which I struggle to escape
I’m closing my eyes now,
stepping blindly across a new horizon
it’s peaceful here in the dark
I may never open...
the lines are never quite parallel
there are no right angles as I melt
into the void
A lost geometric anomaly fighting
to tear away the suffocating plastic
of normalcy, falling ever deeper
Into the quicksand of regret
I just can’t seem to get right,
forced down by the centrifugal force
spinning self doubt and fear like a web
from which I struggle to escape
I’m closing my eyes now,
stepping blindly across a new horizon
it’s peaceful here in the dark
I may never open...
#dark
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1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
24th Apr 2025 8:09am
24th Apr 2025 8:09am
idyllic nightmare
Idyllic nightmare
I know they are good people who want us to leave
they don't know it is their time, what's up because
our time is fine, but they fail to grasp that they
are past the clock, it has belled twice
We have admired their garden with flowers
deep green lawn and made of plastic as are
the red roses, nothing is alive, but we pretend
like them, that they are not dead
We failed to ask the obvious question. Why are
we are here? Did they invite us? Or did we show up
in a world that has died, what we see is us who
exists...
I know they are good people who want us to leave
they don't know it is their time, what's up because
our time is fine, but they fail to grasp that they
are past the clock, it has belled twice
We have admired their garden with flowers
deep green lawn and made of plastic as are
the red roses, nothing is alive, but we pretend
like them, that they are not dead
We failed to ask the obvious question. Why are
we are here? Did they invite us? Or did we show up
in a world that has died, what we see is us who
exists...
#anxiety
#apathy
#confusion #despair
#confusion #despair
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toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2025 12:10pm
22nd Apr 2025 12:10pm
Villains
Sometimes, the villain is only hinted at. The house so orderly and pristine before the villain comes. Our parents giggling and embracing like giddy teenagers. When the villain shows up, there's blood everywhere. On the floor, the knife. In the oatmeal. The villain is a mimic. Daylight and safety are a mirage. There is always something lurking in the forest that can sniff our innocence from miles away. The villain builds a house in the woods to lure us. It's not hard. We're aching to get away from them, to learn of grown-up things. How they always lie to us. Kissing us before bed but arsenic...
#dark
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oskar
Poem Published
20th Apr 2025 9:01pm
20th Apr 2025 9:01pm
Jesús killers
Jesus's killers
I looked up the Wikipedia to see if a man I had
known for thirty years but never met was there. Do
not exist, was the answer. I wrote my name also; it
appeared I didn't exist either. I did once when
thinking it was vital, but some ladies
in Jerusalem had deleted me.
The ladies in Jerusalem are dedicated, to keeping
holocaust alive, a hopeless case, all holocausts and
there have been many that have forgotten. Right now in
Palestine, there is low-level extermination going
on, but since the perpetrators are people who ...
I looked up the Wikipedia to see if a man I had
known for thirty years but never met was there. Do
not exist, was the answer. I wrote my name also; it
appeared I didn't exist either. I did once when
thinking it was vital, but some ladies
in Jerusalem had deleted me.
The ladies in Jerusalem are dedicated, to keeping
holocaust alive, a hopeless case, all holocausts and
there have been many that have forgotten. Right now in
Palestine, there is low-level extermination going
on, but since the perpetrators are people who ...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
#bittersweet
#boredom
64 reads
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Haunted_Lunacy
Poem Published
18th Apr 2025 9:10am
18th Apr 2025 9:10am
The Devils Sonnet
The moon, it whispers
such violent things,
the devils sonnet,
beelzebub sings.
Through my window,
upon my bed,
it’s beams they taunt me,
this concert of dread.
The sweetest melody
of chaos and fear.
For when the moon
whispers, the demons
draw near.
such violent things,
the devils sonnet,
beelzebub sings.
Through my window,
upon my bed,
it’s beams they taunt me,
this concert of dread.
The sweetest melody
of chaos and fear.
For when the moon
whispers, the demons
draw near.
#anxiety
#dark
#depression
#devil
#fear
88 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
17th Apr 2025 3:07pm
17th Apr 2025 3:07pm
job description
Job description
If you like to be an executioner
can be failed as doctors
or nurses who needs the thrilling
feeling masterful
Given the last, fatal injection
give a sense of power
so strong it can lead to premature
ejaculation
What can be better than legally
killing the condemned and feel
proud of a job, both well paid
emotionally rewarding
If you like to be an executioner
can be failed as doctors
or nurses who needs the thrilling
feeling masterful
Given the last, fatal injection
give a sense of power
so strong it can lead to premature
ejaculation
What can be better than legally
killing the condemned and feel
proud of a job, both well paid
emotionally rewarding
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy #dark
#apathy #dark
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