Dark Poems Seeking Friendly Advice
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
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The Art of Becoming Who I'm Not
I've mastered the art of mimicry,
Bending and twisting, so you'd see
The person you want, not who I am,
A reflection caught in someone else’s plan.
I wear the masks you’ve tailored tight,
Changing my colours in your light.
But the weight of this act has grown too vast—
I’ve lost myself in shadows cast.
You think you know me, but it's a lie,
A crafted version built to satisfy.
I shape-shift, I mold, I rearrange,
A puzzle of fragments that feel so strange.
In your eyes, I’m whole, I’m sound, ...
Bending and twisting, so you'd see
The person you want, not who I am,
A reflection caught in someone else’s plan.
I wear the masks you’ve tailored tight,
Changing my colours in your light.
But the weight of this act has grown too vast—
I’ve lost myself in shadows cast.
You think you know me, but it's a lie,
A crafted version built to satisfy.
I shape-shift, I mold, I rearrange,
A puzzle of fragments that feel so strange.
In your eyes, I’m whole, I’m sound, ...
#confusion
#frustration
#heartbroken
#loneliness
#sadness
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Parental Vampiric (Blue)
She scrubs furiously at my skin,
It’s bleeding and raw.
She scrubs harder.
It’s a hopeless endeavor,
I bleed from hollow veins.
A simmer among the flares,
I burn so red that I’m blue.
I want to sleep,
She screams into the hand I place over her mouth.
This wicked boy bleeds the ocean,
I wax and wane with the moon.
I burn so red I’m blue.
He digs his nails into my eyes,
He sinks his teeth into the meat of my arm.
I can taste...
It’s bleeding and raw.
She scrubs harder.
It’s a hopeless endeavor,
I bleed from hollow veins.
A simmer among the flares,
I burn so red that I’m blue.
I want to sleep,
She screams into the hand I place over her mouth.
This wicked boy bleeds the ocean,
I wax and wane with the moon.
I burn so red I’m blue.
He digs his nails into my eyes,
He sinks his teeth into the meat of my arm.
I can taste...
#dark
#emptiness
#parent #sadness
#parent #sadness
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The Home of Nowhere
As I inhaled, her stars shifted and an ethos
once grasped so tightly crumbled into tiny
pieces of failure, on a whisper do your
dreams waft away as your soul lay dying
It’s on the wind, a bitter taste of acrid smoke
and the symphony created by the demons
wings, it becomes that lonely hum beneath
the streetlights, you are alone
If you see my face you are a sinner, your
salvation rests upon the the razor’s edge
of the executioner’s axe, but that fate is a
blessing, ‘‘tis worse to live as nothing
Look not for...
once grasped so tightly crumbled into tiny
pieces of failure, on a whisper do your
dreams waft away as your soul lay dying
It’s on the wind, a bitter taste of acrid smoke
and the symphony created by the demons
wings, it becomes that lonely hum beneath
the streetlights, you are alone
If you see my face you are a sinner, your
salvation rests upon the the razor’s edge
of the executioner’s axe, but that fate is a
blessing, ‘‘tis worse to live as nothing
Look not for...
#despair
#emptiness
#frustration
#grief
#regret
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Hunger
Take a knife,
make a hole,
let desire
take it's toll.
Pretty words
melt like snow
filling all
the space below.
Shove it down
her hungry throat.
For all I know
it's not your fault.
make a hole,
let desire
take it's toll.
Pretty words
melt like snow
filling all
the space below.
Shove it down
her hungry throat.
For all I know
it's not your fault.
#anger
#dark
#heartbroken #sadness
#heartbroken #sadness
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Back on my Devil Shit
when I was young I was a hellion
looked down on by the world
I had no problem with anarchy
until I found love
and that was all that mattered
straight laced for her sake
holding her extra tight tonight
for tomorrow
I’m back on my devil shit
as I unbury my guns
all I can think of is peace
what the fuck is peace
for a person like me?
should of know they’d never let me be
see, I’m different
thought I could run away
but those demons keep lurking
at every corner
calling for the Devil
dressed...
looked down on by the world
I had no problem with anarchy
until I found love
and that was all that mattered
straight laced for her sake
holding her extra tight tonight
for tomorrow
I’m back on my devil shit
as I unbury my guns
all I can think of is peace
what the fuck is peace
for a person like me?
should of know they’d never let me be
see, I’m different
thought I could run away
but those demons keep lurking
at every corner
calling for the Devil
dressed...
#LifeStruggles
#suffering
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Mind's Derelict Fido
Blasphemous windchills of narcissistic ego
stealing bones of their mind's derelict Fido
chasing shadows of mannequins incognito
sodomizing the dark's yokes and embryos
with the twilight's stringing its dental floss
as the Cheshire smiles and gives it an aye
dark within the munchkin's tin
stealing bones of their mind's derelict Fido
chasing shadows of mannequins incognito
sodomizing the dark's yokes and embryos
with the twilight's stringing its dental floss
as the Cheshire smiles and gives it an aye
dark within the munchkin's tin
#dark
#emptiness
#greed #jealousy
#greed #jealousy
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Grotesque Alibi
Scavengers of my soul in the dark, rip-snorting my
analysis as hell's concubines tingle the shingles of
my mind's grotesque alibi. As if narcissistic monsters
speaking in the tongue of twilight's proxy beyond the
crypt, disemboweling the cadence of my peeling
flesh screaming from the esophagus and silencing
the prodigies of the ridiculous and deities beyond
still waters, aphrodisiac. Lusting, for my seductive
quill's seductive maniac, before the fife creeps by my
window snickering. Before the rising tides of the fog
rupture becoming...
analysis as hell's concubines tingle the shingles of
my mind's grotesque alibi. As if narcissistic monsters
speaking in the tongue of twilight's proxy beyond the
crypt, disemboweling the cadence of my peeling
flesh screaming from the esophagus and silencing
the prodigies of the ridiculous and deities beyond
still waters, aphrodisiac. Lusting, for my seductive
quill's seductive maniac, before the fife creeps by my
window snickering. Before the rising tides of the fog
rupture becoming...
#dark
#erotic
#shame
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Predator
Gilded emotions
fluid and bronzed
Smooth undertones
To burden beyond
A hint of the darkness
enervating his essence
But he’s veiled in jewels
eclipsing his presence
His feat paints a passion
Severe. Vile laden
stalking with fervour
There, there, lil’ maiden
Captured in fragments
And sections of frantic
A grip to the neck
Is a soul slayer’s antic
Acquired submission
On knees, crawling
Tears are dripping
Gripping solemn
Flesh marked crimson
From claw and of fang ...
fluid and bronzed
Smooth undertones
To burden beyond
A hint of the darkness
enervating his essence
But he’s veiled in jewels
eclipsing his presence
His feat paints a passion
Severe. Vile laden
stalking with fervour
There, there, lil’ maiden
Captured in fragments
And sections of frantic
A grip to the neck
Is a soul slayer’s antic
Acquired submission
On knees, crawling
Tears are dripping
Gripping solemn
Flesh marked crimson
From claw and of fang ...
#dark
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Eggshells
unzip
the mimic
then watch it
all come out
bleeding hate
running black
wants to be
worshitpped
then destroys
what can't be controlled
then rage
swells as a wave
free spirit
only in dreams
still chained
to the past
haunted
by pain
takes love given
twists it
in the darkness
for crushing
any heart
has power
hope you find
the solace
sought
your eggshells
are too fragile
for me not to break
...
the mimic
then watch it
all come out
bleeding hate
running black
wants to be
worshitpped
then destroys
what can't be controlled
then rage
swells as a wave
free spirit
only in dreams
still chained
to the past
haunted
by pain
takes love given
twists it
in the darkness
for crushing
any heart
has power
hope you find
the solace
sought
your eggshells
are too fragile
for me not to break
...
#denial
#emptiness
#sadness
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Gentle Claws
Breathing thrusts icy daggers into my chest,
stabbing deep with every inhale.
Fabric feels heavy, wearing me out,
its weight like a second skin.
Heartbeats grow louder against the cage of ribs,
desperate to break free.
Every subtle motion, lingering scent, and faint voice
pervades my senses.
A swarm of tiny appendages creeps across my flesh,
leaving ghostly tingles behind.
Sharp blades dig in, carving lullabies to soothe
the unsettling itch beneath.
Perhaps a night on Elm Street would summon ...
stabbing deep with every inhale.
Fabric feels heavy, wearing me out,
its weight like a second skin.
Heartbeats grow louder against the cage of ribs,
desperate to break free.
Every subtle motion, lingering scent, and faint voice
pervades my senses.
A swarm of tiny appendages creeps across my flesh,
leaving ghostly tingles behind.
Sharp blades dig in, carving lullabies to soothe
the unsettling itch beneath.
Perhaps a night on Elm Street would summon ...
#dark
#emotions
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Oh! So pale
oh! so pale
handprints on the glass
shadow on the veil
dripping
corpse in the dale
clues on the Rubix Cube
oh! so pale
handprints on the glass
shadow on the veil
dripping
corpse in the dale
clues on the Rubix Cube
oh! so pale
#dark
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Cathedral of Laments - with Shilohverse
Embroiled, in a cold wet ground-hugging narcissistic
psychopathic fog. In Aberdeen with the odor of dead
cod and abandoned graves. Now in my delirium of
forgotten laments strangling the corpses of death's
harlots, gone to soft pâté. Chilling the bones of those
who wander, lost in its suffocating grasp. A place
where shadows dance with the fractured light. On
the lonely streets of loose cobblestones, haunting my
grotesque abomination doomed by my insanity.
Adrift rattling my bones in the abbey a thousand
shriving midnights. Tasting armageddons...
psychopathic fog. In Aberdeen with the odor of dead
cod and abandoned graves. Now in my delirium of
forgotten laments strangling the corpses of death's
harlots, gone to soft pâté. Chilling the bones of those
who wander, lost in its suffocating grasp. A place
where shadows dance with the fractured light. On
the lonely streets of loose cobblestones, haunting my
grotesque abomination doomed by my insanity.
Adrift rattling my bones in the abbey a thousand
shriving midnights. Tasting armageddons...
#collaboration
#dark
#fiction
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