Darkest Poem

Misery lives in me.
It claws at my lungs as I try to breath.
It closes my throat as I struggle to scream.
It blinds my eyes to the truth all can see.
That love can be found, but never by me.
The tears shed in anger, the tears shed in fear.
The tears shed for the loss of one once held dear.
It tears at my heart to bloodied to beat.
It closes me off from the good in all that I meet.
Shut out from the light, no will left to fight.
I look in the mirror, into my eyes.
And feel pity for the man who everyday dies.
But in a life filled with fear, I am finally free.
I find comfort in the thought, that misery lives in me.

I have no dripping honey for you today
Join me in the abyss of immortally where two hearts seductively play
Dark loving as the night stalks
Drops of sacred blood unto thee as the clock slowly tick tocks

Drink of me, sink into the legendary of my seductive sins
Shredding of our inhibitions as wicked passion for us begins
At the throne of enlightenment our souls never end

The moon spellbinding in its illustrious grace
Captivating you into the night with love potions found in the honey of my taste
Veil of a sexual ancient witch, invading your bed space
Tempting you with red silk, black lace

I am the Lilith of the dark, Jezebel by sight
Fulfilling your sexual delicacies until dawn’s early light
Through a passage you become mine ordained by cosmic rites
Soar with me as ecstasy awaits
The benediction of your desired fate
Touch me tenderly, whispered spells to compel

Coveting your earthly soul
As my male concubine you will obey as ecstasy of us consoles
United spirits as one, on earth I shall control

My famished tongue feasting up and down your skin I hungrily patrol
Under my spell, no heart will ever be devoid
Locking you within my sweetest lair, bowing down
Sweet love lashes engraved deep into your skin, with every thrusting pound
My signature moon with my haloed crown, inner thigh it shall be found
Marked submissive unto me, without making a fuss or sound

Harken unto my most sacred, clandestine, and forbidden desires
As we burn in rapture lust giveth, breathlessly to retire
Interwoven souls consumed within an internal lake of fire
I.....Am.....Witch

 Dark...
the back alley
to where she was
living,
the path a domain
of evil


from inky darkness
emerged he, a shadow
swift as light
clamping her mouth
she felt his hardness

straddling her
he pulled out His manhood
stabbing her
in her Venus, dry
as fear

banging her head
on the tarmac, hard
as he pumped furiously
silent scream, he cum
bringing his knife down

eight inch steel
embedded on her chest
she looked into sad eyes
of her rapist, and killer
her eyes bled

roar of a she-wolf
shredded the silence
he froze
as she rose gigantic
no longer a fresh beauty

her claws ripped
his abdomen upwards
spilling his guts
on hard pavement
he screamed

frantically pushing them in
he stumbled gobbling
in pain, fear, bewilderment
she clawed his back
as he fell on his face

none to see
none to free
she pulled off his head
stared into his handsome face
and sighed

She walked home
stilleto heels ringing
on the lonely path
her new clothes shredded
but none bore witness

She wished she was something
or somewhere else.

Blood and flesh, flesh and blood
Time to feed the devil
And watch him fuck

Virgin pleading, see her bleeding
Satan’s grinning, his stomach’s churning
She is so tender and succulent

The master has feasted, and is sated
For a taste we’ve patiently waited
May we have bite, or a bone to suck?

A virgin meal, sweet as veal
Uncorrupted flesh, par broil till ideal
Evil cannot eat enough, of flesh untouched

We are encouraging, girls who are listening
Preserve your purity, for the more worthy
Hell values virginity, more than the Holy Trinity

So keep that hymen intact
On all Hallowed Eve
We’ll be back, for a snack!

Writhe with the maggot horde, gass expands the flesh taut, sunken eyes inside the dissolved grey matter.
Lips peel back for a better view of the vermin condition,
the rotting religion,
cathedral made of putrid hemorrhage,
the hymn's sung with the notes of foul depravity,
rotting tongue licks the wind with new found atrocities,
pulsating puss bursts from the anal licentiousness.