Chills and darkness

I want every one to post one poem old or new that is dark and chilling.

1. only one poem a person.
NO word limit but no less then 20


Good luck to all.

Noooooot cool! You limit me so! 150 words?? Better get to word counting!

A poem with word limit is like a paid whore by the hour!

EngrVV said:A poem with word limit is like a paid whore by the hour!

FINE NO WORD LIMIT

Death's Entity




here i stand gazing
as the shadows fill the night
this earth and heavens surrounding
tire me, bore me to the point of nevermore

all the dreams and truths of tomorrow
have been encased and sealed within a velvet hold
beside stands my crumbling throne of life
now nothing remains except sacrifice

with the morning drowning
all hope fades to gray
i am ready to take my last stroll
beyond the light to the blackened veil

within the candles flames
the deeds left and the deeds done
have all been erased under fate's control
at least now my time has come

death will shine its dark light
the moment the coffin is closed
with no movement, no breath
vitality dehydrated for everything i adore

Close to the flame
-----
Dance,
he instructs
as he pulls rope tightly
and stretches her pale slender limbs.
It hurts,
she says
as she loses her balance
and sways like flower in a breeze.
Dance,
he commands
as he raises the cane
and caresses the smooth expanse of her back.
It hurts,
she complains
as red tiger stripes
and blood swirl on the canvas of skin.
Dance,
he bellows
as he picks up a hammer
and slowly destroys the tools of her trade.
It hurts,
she screams
as dreams evaporate
and mingle with misty eyed agony.
Dance,
he says
as he forcefully grips her chin
and forces her to meet his eyes...
Dance,
he says,
dance like you danced for Him,
dance so close to the flame

smoke in a darkened room
ashes on the tip
embers start to fall
my life I feel it rip
shadows of a broken soul
escapes me as I breath
the devil sings a heated song
and says "come dance with me"
I start to shake
I want to run
but in the end temptation won
my soul escapes
my body left empty  

"War Drums"

An army of malnutrition mice
feeding off the blood of war
marching like salt sprinkled snails
leaving there trail of melting humanity

run
run
run for cover
run
run
run forever

the silent march of madness
don't say a word
the look on your face tells me all I need to know
catch me if you can
can't stop myself from running
so i run
run for cover
been running so long
don't even know what i'm running from
the silent sound of footsteps marching...

BAR STOOL


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Sitting in The Lab running up a tab
If you had any sense you’d call a cab
Instead you mouth & blab
Crying about who you’d like to stab
Sounding off – tossing off on who you’d like to grab
Boy your shit is sad. Girl was just a fad
You now all upset about all them guys she had

Well…they came 'way as glad

You, yourself had claimed she’s nice
The kind of girl with all The Spice
Now you’re not too sure
Messed up, you need to rest up
You calling her the whore

Eddie looking at you, saying, “ya needn’t drink no more”

Falling on the floor…
…a Dick-Head red & sore

Dude.. love is full of strife
At least she weren’t your wife…
So find another one & fall upon that knife…

Tonight it’s “get a life”
So spare us all your hype

Because you’re that flirting twit who earned your self that bite




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photo: Alicia Stepp-Woody

To Cure The Itch~


Walked up to the house, all the lights were off,

Unscrewed the light bulb, knocked on the door real soft.
 
I knocked one more time, harder than before,
 
A light went on inside,A Man answered the door.
 
"You know how late it is? Everything okay?..........
 
Well, go ahead and talk if you've got something to say."
 
I asked "You got a phone? there's been a tragedy.
 
Some poor soul was murdered just down there by the creek."
 
His eyes got wide and curious, curious to see,
 
Then he grabbed a coat and light and said "Show me."
 
So we walked down to the end of the road,
 
And I said "Just there, where the grass hasn't been mowed"
 
As we came walking up he said "There's nothing here,
 
Where the fuck's the body at it couldn't have disappeared?"
 
I smiled and said "No, Sir, It's right here where I said."
 
I grabbed a rock and beat his skull until my arms were dead.
 
See, a fuckin tragedy, Somebody lost their head.
 
I woke up at the creek covered in some blood,
 
Next to some dude with his brains all smashed into the mud.
 
I called the cops and told them I had found a Man,
 
All dead and chillin in the grass, His toes dug in the sand.
 
I watched them come and scoop his brains into a bag,
 
Of course, from a safe distance, 'case they wanted to play tag.
 
Alas, again, I found myself quite bored, to my dismay.
 
Wishing that a little fun would come my fuckin way.
 
Then, as I was walking home, under the bridge Downtown,
 
A Junkie, bout to shoot his dope and lay his monkey down.
 
I sat back and I waited for the fool to just fall out,
 
Then tied his ass up to a pole with just his shirt and belt.
 
To wake him up I took his pin and shoved it in his eyes,
 
Filled his peepers up with air and listened to his cries.
 
I quickly gagged and taped his mouth to buy myself some time,
 
And let him know I was, in deed, outside my fucking mind.
 
I took my blade and traced the veins along his arms,
 
All I had to do was connect all of the track marks.
 
He drained out like a hanging pig until his brain was dead,
 
Then I grabbed him by the hair and took his fuckin head.
 
Didn't call it in this time, just went along my way,
 
Still had hours to just kill until night turned into day.
 
I thought I'd go to church. You know, confess all of my sins,
 
I got there and above the door it said "God's House, Come In."
 
The place was empty save a priest up in the front row,
 
Reading from his story book and clenching his scarecrow.
 
I walked up behind him making my presence known,
 
And asked him "Father, Does He forgive everyone? Even a wicked soul?"
 
He said "The Lord forgives all who seek forgiveness, Just repent,
 
Confess your sins and wickedness and forgiveness will be sent."
 
I sat beside him and grabbed one of his story books,
 
And calmly asked "Do you think He was watching when their lives I took?"
 
He looked at me with fearful eyes and tried to get away,
 
But I grabbed him by the neck and said "Your God aint here today..."
 
I threw him to the ground and hit him on the head,
 
Just hard enough to knock him out, not leave him dead.
 
I dragged him to the scarecrow standing there on center stage,
 
Pulled it down and tied him to it, then let out some rage.
 
I gathered a few Crucifixes that I found around the place,
 
Stabbed one in each of his shoulders, in his gut and in his face.
 
I piled all the books and candles right there at his feet,
 
And with his blood, upon the wall, I wrote: "BEHOLD MY HERESY"
 
I left the church and thought I'd walk a while,
 
Couldn't help but watch the sun come up and think of thoughts so vile.
 
I Just Smiled.
 
Now I can greet the day without fighting off The Itch,
 
And Life will feel amazing, I wont hate the fuckin bitch.
 
But warning to the folks in town who never can sleep tight,
 
Stay inside your houses safe, the wicked ones come out at night.

I think PTM's voice is amazingly dark in this



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Zyprexia


pillowed walls    
   
    flickering twitching light    
   
   laughter snakes through cracks    
   
Incessant voices    
       singing and moaning    
   
i chew at my jacket    
     manic    
   
swatting at what's not there    
   
            heels clicking on hollow tiles    
   
              drawing closer    
   
   
                 c l o s e r      
   
   
        everything is on fire    
             I tell them but they don't believe me    
   
   
white monsters hold me tight    
   
    poison drips    
            into my arm    
   
     
the colors come    
   
   
      mmmmm i am    
              high    
   
   
      happy                          
                       
                                   
        i am numb                                      
   
   
     getting  HH  h  h    i     i   g     h     e      r      
   
   
   
trapped in cerebral subways                                
   
 
I am God here    
   
My empire    
   
My asylum    

Pretend

I fly over towering trees
and dance over moonlit streams.
I play to live, to be content
since what's the use of
playing death, when in
my head I can pretend
that reality is my friend,
but when the crows fly next to me
I feel the dawn of reality
as their talons rake my eyes
to show what's happening outside.

The monsters live to revolve the world
and demons spring from the shadows
to take over the throne and rule.
There is nothing left but
empty screams that can't be heard
and the rancid smell
of the rotting dead.

I fight with the crows until I close
my bloody, blinded eyes
and get whisked out of reality,
back into my distant mind,
to forget.

Dark Lover in a Camaro

Dark deeds unflawed by remorse
Nothing guilt touched nor sense
Murder of souls, deeded  to devils
Or minions of the underworld
Have nothing to it indeed
This is the tale that I will tell
Of such dark deeds as yet untold
The house at the top of the hill
Where two women fair used to dwell
A man did come and stay one day
O but what a handsome man was he
He wooed and won the hearts
Of both the maiden in a row
The eldest during the consummation
Was fed a sleeping potion
It made her sleep all night you see
The potion was strong  indeed
The younger he did lavish love
So fine and fun that she did scream
For more and more and many between
The leash off her maiden confine
She did enjoy
But when midnight came, he did transform
To a hideous beast he was
A cross of wolf, serpent and worm
He took her pleasure to the brim
Of madness with his expertise
He mated with her without and within
And in his pleasure he burst her in
Her seams all gone splattered on the wall
The gore and blood from her body
Drained on the floor with nothing to pick
A tired man he was when he transformed
And cleaned the floor of all the bloody trash
Next night the older woman woke
To an ardent lover all unrestrained
Lapping her up from head to toe
She was engulfed in passionate throes
Oh how she cried for more and more
Of the pleasure that went up and down
Her supple pretty body, so unclad
The owl did screech
The banshees scream
For when she reached her passion extreme
He turned to beast once again
And fed on her  with passionate ravenousness
That dawn did come with hollow light
The house on the hill was silent
A lone man drove away
Black clad in his silver Camaro
A smile on his face

Heartless Lover

How about I let you fuck me for a night?
Then afterwards I can slice and dice
How about I let you fuck another girl?
Then afterwards I can take your soul
I am a heartless lover who is filled with hate
Because you took the thing so precious to me
You made me a whore and love every man in a heart beat
So let me tie you to the bed
Let me kiss every inch of you
Let me take you boxers off and gag you
Let me pour hot candle wax down your chest
Let me ride you until you feel raw
Afterwards I can clean you and suck your little meat
I can play with balls
I want you to feel pleasure before I finish you off
After the clean there is another surprise for you
Let me take the knife from beneath the mattress
Let me run the knife down your chest and see a fine line of blood
I will lick it the first time before playing with your little mushroom with the tip of the knife
I want you to watch everything I do and not say a word
Don't you remember you said those words to me?
I am tired of seeing your tears
So I cut off your manhood in response
To end your pain filled death I stab you in the heart and pull it out of your chest
I play in your blood as I eat bits and pieces of your heart
I am a heartless lover