Poetry competition CLOSED 1st November 2021 4:33am
WINNER
Bluevelvete
Bluevelvete
RUNNERS-UP:
crimsin
and SweetKittyCat5
ALL HALLOWS EVE IN HORRORWOOD
Poetry Contest Description
Halloween poems based on horror films
Hell-o, my fellow ghosts and ghouls. I'm here to offer up a dreadful competition. I am a Huge fan(thom) of the band Ice Nine Kills. They have an album, and it's upcoming sequel, based on horror movies. Those of you who have not read me I write pretty the same. Since Halloween in around the corner that's what I want from you. Write me poems based on a horror movie. Put your own spin on it and go wild. After all death is just the beginning. I will post my own as we go but they will not be up for the win.
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THE GRAVE AWAITS
HADES AND THE EVIL DEAD
"We are the things that were and shall be again! Aha hca ha! Spirits of the book! We want what is your; LIFE! Dead by dawn. Dead by dawn!"
The woods hold no horrors for me
As the fool moon lights the way
Clearing the fog for me to see
Those that read for us to slay
Who dares speak the words?
The Book of the Dead
Dead by Dawn
Dead by Dawn
SWALLOW YOUR SOUL
MOTHERFUCKER
Someone's in my fruit cellar
Someone with a fresh soul
We've pulled ourselves from the dirt
To drag you below
You thought this was a joke
Mad hysterics gone down
Bound by blood and dead by dawn
Tell me, who's laughing now?
A few small syllables brought us
To the forefront of your dreams
You can pray for your dust to dust
We laugh at your nightmare screams
Dead by Dawn
Dead by Dawn
SWALLOW YOUR SOUL
MOTHERFUCKER
Someone's in my fruit cellar
Someone with a fresh soul
We've pulled ourselves from the dirt
To drag you below
You thought this was a joke
Mad hysterics gone down
Bound by blood and dead by dawn
Tell me, who's laughing now?
lightning flashes and thunder rumbles
and the cemetery trembles
Klaatu!
Barada!
Nitko!
HAHA
HEHE
HOHO
HEEBIE
JEEBIE
Kunda ... Estrata ... Montose ... Conda
WE'LL SWALLOW YOUR FUCKING SOUL, BITCH- YEAH
Someone's in my fruit cellar
Someone with a fresh soul
We've pulled ourselves from the dirt
To drag you below
You thought this was a joke
Mad hysterics gone down
Bound by blood and dead by dawn
Tell me, who's laughing now?
The woods hold no horrors for me
As the fool moon lights the way
Clearing the fog for me to see
Those that read for us to slay
Who dares speak the words?
The Book of the Dead
Dead by Dawn
Dead by Dawn
SWALLOW YOUR SOUL
MOTHERFUCKER
Someone's in my fruit cellar
Someone with a fresh soul
We've pulled ourselves from the dirt
To drag you below
You thought this was a joke
Mad hysterics gone down
Bound by blood and dead by dawn
Tell me, who's laughing now?
A few small syllables brought us
To the forefront of your dreams
You can pray for your dust to dust
We laugh at your nightmare screams
Dead by Dawn
Dead by Dawn
SWALLOW YOUR SOUL
MOTHERFUCKER
Someone's in my fruit cellar
Someone with a fresh soul
We've pulled ourselves from the dirt
To drag you below
You thought this was a joke
Mad hysterics gone down
Bound by blood and dead by dawn
Tell me, who's laughing now?
lightning flashes and thunder rumbles
and the cemetery trembles
Klaatu!
Barada!
Nitko!
HAHA
HEHE
HOHO
HEEBIE
JEEBIE
Kunda ... Estrata ... Montose ... Conda
WE'LL SWALLOW YOUR FUCKING SOUL, BITCH- YEAH
Someone's in my fruit cellar
Someone with a fresh soul
We've pulled ourselves from the dirt
To drag you below
You thought this was a joke
Mad hysterics gone down
Bound by blood and dead by dawn
Tell me, who's laughing now?
Written by HadesRising
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Camp Arawak
I can’t sleep, something has been keeping me awake,
Weird shit’s been happening here at summer camp,
First the cook was badly burned with boiling water,
Then a kid was found drowned over by the boat ramp.
Then there are kids being complete dickheads and bullies,
Picking on smaller ones just because they like to tease,
Then there was Kenny, he was a special kind of asshole,
But they found him dead in the crapper stung by bees.
I liked Meg, she was one of the cutest camp counselors,
She dressed pretty fine and I think her family is rich,
But then I saw her picking on sweet little Angela,
Turns out that Meg’s a real Super Mega bitch.
And yet a couple of nights later Meg was found dead,
Stabbed in the back with a long slit along the spine,
There must be a serious murderer amongst us,
Then again it’s 1983, what can I do? I’m only nine.
But wait, there’s more? Close the windows and bar the doors,
Four more kids were found in the woods hacked to death,
This serial killer don’t give a fuck about children or adults,
So if you run, run for your life until you’re out of breath.
No, oh no, they’ve killed Mel the head counselor as well?
This is the stuff of nightmares, this camp is a total wreck,
Why are so many people getting slain, wait what the fuck?
They found Mel with an arrow shot right through his neck?
Oh hell no, I need to get out of here it’s too fucking weird,
This murdering motherfucker is straight up on a hunt,
He don’t give a fuck whether it’s a man or boy a woman or girl,
Great!
Now they found Judy dead with a hot curling iron up her cunt.
As I run toward the lake to escape cus I’m feeling this kind of way,
(Scared)
I see Angela and Paul, another boy taking their clothes off,
(Bare)
But then I freeze, I want to yell but my voice won’t give way,
(I swear)
Angela has a knife and that little boy is about to get offed.
But wait, there’s…
Paul is frozen mesmerized by Angela’s nude body,
She’s naughty, she’s not really innocent, it was all a ploy,
Turns out the girl had a peter (ironically her real name was Peter)
Because Angela was the killer, and she was a boy.
By the time the counselors got to the beach,
They found Angela covered in blood and naked,
All the while she hummed a tune under the pale moon
But Angela (or Peter) had already severed Paul’s head.
Weird shit’s been happening here at summer camp,
First the cook was badly burned with boiling water,
Then a kid was found drowned over by the boat ramp.
Then there are kids being complete dickheads and bullies,
Picking on smaller ones just because they like to tease,
Then there was Kenny, he was a special kind of asshole,
But they found him dead in the crapper stung by bees.
I liked Meg, she was one of the cutest camp counselors,
She dressed pretty fine and I think her family is rich,
But then I saw her picking on sweet little Angela,
Turns out that Meg’s a real Super Mega bitch.
And yet a couple of nights later Meg was found dead,
Stabbed in the back with a long slit along the spine,
There must be a serious murderer amongst us,
Then again it’s 1983, what can I do? I’m only nine.
But wait, there’s more? Close the windows and bar the doors,
Four more kids were found in the woods hacked to death,
This serial killer don’t give a fuck about children or adults,
So if you run, run for your life until you’re out of breath.
No, oh no, they’ve killed Mel the head counselor as well?
This is the stuff of nightmares, this camp is a total wreck,
Why are so many people getting slain, wait what the fuck?
They found Mel with an arrow shot right through his neck?
Oh hell no, I need to get out of here it’s too fucking weird,
This murdering motherfucker is straight up on a hunt,
He don’t give a fuck whether it’s a man or boy a woman or girl,
Great!
Now they found Judy dead with a hot curling iron up her cunt.
As I run toward the lake to escape cus I’m feeling this kind of way,
(Scared)
I see Angela and Paul, another boy taking their clothes off,
(Bare)
But then I freeze, I want to yell but my voice won’t give way,
(I swear)
Angela has a knife and that little boy is about to get offed.
But wait, there’s…
Paul is frozen mesmerized by Angela’s nude body,
She’s naughty, she’s not really innocent, it was all a ploy,
Turns out the girl had a peter (ironically her real name was Peter)
Because Angela was the killer, and she was a boy.
By the time the counselors got to the beach,
They found Angela covered in blood and naked,
All the while she hummed a tune under the pale moon
But Angela (or Peter) had already severed Paul’s head.
Written by wallyroo92
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Channeling the Wishmaster, Hannibal, Lizzie Borden, Candyman
Into the night the howling music of the phantoms’ calls
Gore and flesh scattered, smearing your name upon Hell’s walls
Into the depth of crimson’s fangs sinking for a persecuted mind
Puppets without strings I shall midnight wind
Once called unto the martyr of souls glutted as my blade I repeatedly ram
Tormented pain without salvation as the silence slaughtering of the surrendered lamb
Drink of my core to energize for the wishes of my command
Twisted meanings bestowed one wish, two wish, three wishes, your life I demand
Hooked and tattered skin bound from arched dome ceilings
Lamenting in awards of my stalking and sadistic killings
Relishing my skin in bathing rubs with drops of fresh blood
Churning the rage of horror, divinity renounced in thy cup, devoid of earthly love
The hatchet held high, crossed arms to defend, striking the cold blade up and down
Slicing into halves of heads now asunder, screams echoes, no more sound
Eyes rolled back teeth gnashing in a trance state
Metamorphic to conform, sickening terror you tangle without escape, swarming in the wait
My mouth consumes the taste of the bait
I am the darkness of bereavement sealing your worsen fate
Your cooked flesh in a ritual then ravished on a dinner plate
The hunger of the shadows I send damnation to give chase
Savoring the flavor of life’s apocalypse ruin, deviant souls now to grovel, your mind overtaken in demonic purge
Obeying the power to exterminate as gloom to hearts and minds, stealing spirits to the tongue, my palate, your human meat my throat submerge
Deranged eerie sounds heard as vessels encased in a Hearst, grisly deaths before immortality reigns first
Like a zombie I rule to possess the thoughts unhinged in your head
The cradle of deliverance greets as your footsteps to the cliff where the voices has led
Jump into my arms the deception catches in nigh
Splatted to scattered dimensions in the crash of failed wishes in the fly
Allegiance to discern from the third eye
Revenge sweeten with whispered whacks
Naked footsteps slithering for the salvage attack
Ridding the planet of rotten maggot meat as demented terror merge
Turning around to feel the first bludgeoning to the belly cries as pain converge
Closing eyes, feeling the cruel hammering, listening to the crescendo of begs
Scrambled brains like yoked eggs
The shrieking resonating like a wounded animal caught in the wild
Laughter ringing from the menacing tormentors’ growl
A murderous stench emanating from the fowl
Hacking into gashed wounds
A lifeless body now ready to be mummified, in a tomb ghastly remains tossed
Drips of chaos, eyes of compassion lost
Deliverance in the basilica of evilness becomes my treat
Heartbeats to slay, licking the dark reddish droplets of my slaying feast
Room to room creeping around
To the forefather his sleeping form my hatchet his chest found
The King of the manor body’s my piercing to his crown
Pound after pound, raised arm fallen strike after strike
Smiling in the stillness, the end of life no more man’s strife
Forty-one more to even the score
Who dares to define the elements of darken candy crushing in the breeze
A reflection of doomsday in the mirror is me and all you shall see
Adoration in your disbelief as the high full moon
Summoning me from the abyss of fire and gloom
The curved pointed tip of my hook gorged to the sight of eyes
Conscious without sight sings death lullabies
Harken your soul which whines from the pit of Hell to the nightly skies
Darkness is what darkness does
No light for the path to be comforted if there ever was
Fatality to my prisoner incarcerating the essence of your soul
Bringing you fear to hell we go
Utterance unto my name becomes your living nightmare
Turn around find me in your image I see you as I raise the back of your neck hairs
Causing Mayhem
You whisper to me the depth of immortality I reach out and here I am
Candyman, Candyman, Candyman, Candyman, Candyman
Here I stand
Gore and flesh scattered, smearing your name upon Hell’s walls
Into the depth of crimson’s fangs sinking for a persecuted mind
Puppets without strings I shall midnight wind
Once called unto the martyr of souls glutted as my blade I repeatedly ram
Tormented pain without salvation as the silence slaughtering of the surrendered lamb
Drink of my core to energize for the wishes of my command
Twisted meanings bestowed one wish, two wish, three wishes, your life I demand
Hooked and tattered skin bound from arched dome ceilings
Lamenting in awards of my stalking and sadistic killings
Relishing my skin in bathing rubs with drops of fresh blood
Churning the rage of horror, divinity renounced in thy cup, devoid of earthly love
The hatchet held high, crossed arms to defend, striking the cold blade up and down
Slicing into halves of heads now asunder, screams echoes, no more sound
Eyes rolled back teeth gnashing in a trance state
Metamorphic to conform, sickening terror you tangle without escape, swarming in the wait
My mouth consumes the taste of the bait
I am the darkness of bereavement sealing your worsen fate
Your cooked flesh in a ritual then ravished on a dinner plate
The hunger of the shadows I send damnation to give chase
Savoring the flavor of life’s apocalypse ruin, deviant souls now to grovel, your mind overtaken in demonic purge
Obeying the power to exterminate as gloom to hearts and minds, stealing spirits to the tongue, my palate, your human meat my throat submerge
Deranged eerie sounds heard as vessels encased in a Hearst, grisly deaths before immortality reigns first
Like a zombie I rule to possess the thoughts unhinged in your head
The cradle of deliverance greets as your footsteps to the cliff where the voices has led
Jump into my arms the deception catches in nigh
Splatted to scattered dimensions in the crash of failed wishes in the fly
Allegiance to discern from the third eye
Revenge sweeten with whispered whacks
Naked footsteps slithering for the salvage attack
Ridding the planet of rotten maggot meat as demented terror merge
Turning around to feel the first bludgeoning to the belly cries as pain converge
Closing eyes, feeling the cruel hammering, listening to the crescendo of begs
Scrambled brains like yoked eggs
The shrieking resonating like a wounded animal caught in the wild
Laughter ringing from the menacing tormentors’ growl
A murderous stench emanating from the fowl
Hacking into gashed wounds
A lifeless body now ready to be mummified, in a tomb ghastly remains tossed
Drips of chaos, eyes of compassion lost
Deliverance in the basilica of evilness becomes my treat
Heartbeats to slay, licking the dark reddish droplets of my slaying feast
Room to room creeping around
To the forefather his sleeping form my hatchet his chest found
The King of the manor body’s my piercing to his crown
Pound after pound, raised arm fallen strike after strike
Smiling in the stillness, the end of life no more man’s strife
Forty-one more to even the score
Who dares to define the elements of darken candy crushing in the breeze
A reflection of doomsday in the mirror is me and all you shall see
Adoration in your disbelief as the high full moon
Summoning me from the abyss of fire and gloom
The curved pointed tip of my hook gorged to the sight of eyes
Conscious without sight sings death lullabies
Harken your soul which whines from the pit of Hell to the nightly skies
Darkness is what darkness does
No light for the path to be comforted if there ever was
Fatality to my prisoner incarcerating the essence of your soul
Bringing you fear to hell we go
Utterance unto my name becomes your living nightmare
Turn around find me in your image I see you as I raise the back of your neck hairs
Causing Mayhem
You whisper to me the depth of immortality I reach out and here I am
Candyman, Candyman, Candyman, Candyman, Candyman
Here I stand
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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CRIMSON PEAK
From the gothic estates and the tragic mistakes
First degree murder so avant-garde
When true love becomes the ghost of the phantom strings
Echo in early mourning after dark
I love you so much
But it's time to say goodbye
Bloody footprints in the snow
Skeletons discrete, secrete
The devil waits for us below
Haunted halls of Crimson Peak
"To whoever finds this,
know that they are killing me"
One of my greatest lies was my next alibi
Come hither, love, to feed the machine
A valentine cut free from the shackles, lovely
Keep your heart in a jar next to your spleen
I love you so much
But it's time to say goodbye
Bloody footprints in the snow
Skeletons discrete, secrete
The devil waits for us below
Haunted halls of Crimson Peak
you fell for me so hard
my devilish good looks
and a wolfish smile
underneath the vile
royalty by the book
UNTIL DEATH DO US PART
I must have you
Your blood is nigh
The nadir comes
IT'S TIME TO DIE
I love you so much
But it's time to say goodbye
Bloody footprints in the snow
Skeletons discrete, secrete
The devil waits for us below
Haunted halls of Crimson Peak
Bloody footprints in the snow
Skeletons discrete, secrete
The devil waits for us below
Haunted halls of Crimson Peak
First degree murder so avant-garde
When true love becomes the ghost of the phantom strings
Echo in early mourning after dark
I love you so much
But it's time to say goodbye
Bloody footprints in the snow
Skeletons discrete, secrete
The devil waits for us below
Haunted halls of Crimson Peak
"To whoever finds this,
know that they are killing me"
One of my greatest lies was my next alibi
Come hither, love, to feed the machine
A valentine cut free from the shackles, lovely
Keep your heart in a jar next to your spleen
I love you so much
But it's time to say goodbye
Bloody footprints in the snow
Skeletons discrete, secrete
The devil waits for us below
Haunted halls of Crimson Peak
you fell for me so hard
my devilish good looks
and a wolfish smile
underneath the vile
royalty by the book
UNTIL DEATH DO US PART
I must have you
Your blood is nigh
The nadir comes
IT'S TIME TO DIE
I love you so much
But it's time to say goodbye
Bloody footprints in the snow
Skeletons discrete, secrete
The devil waits for us below
Haunted halls of Crimson Peak
Bloody footprints in the snow
Skeletons discrete, secrete
The devil waits for us below
Haunted halls of Crimson Peak
Written by HadesRising
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houston
she ran away at quite a clip,
designer in alot of ways;
get some gas, then a crash
jon was really a perv.
met a guy, kinda neat;
helped me survive- liked puzzles.
together we made, a suit of light;
he ended up in a barrel along,
with that other girl.
made a break, air is okay-
freaky creature- the big one worse!
alcohol bomb in its mouth;
off to houston, to fight these jerks.
designer in alot of ways;
get some gas, then a crash
jon was really a perv.
met a guy, kinda neat;
helped me survive- liked puzzles.
together we made, a suit of light;
he ended up in a barrel along,
with that other girl.
made a break, air is okay-
freaky creature- the big one worse!
alcohol bomb in its mouth;
off to houston, to fight these jerks.
Written by jessica_orr
(Jessica Orr)
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MR. MASOCHIST
I have mastered the secrets of the flesh
And become a god of self-gratification
Pain and suffering
Sex and fuckery
Has become the alpha and omega
Nail me up for the next crucifixion
For I am the martyr of the murdered
ALL THE SKELETONS ARE IN MY CLOSET
I am so transfixed by another fix
THE HOOKS AND CHAINS AND CONFIGURED LAMENTS
hear me, hear me
ANGELS to some
DEMONS to others
I opened the box
AND WE CAME
Thirteen black candles, thirty silver coins
Offered to fallen idols of putrefaction
God of endeavors
Torn so asunder
Slip razors into my epidermis
I find salvation in malediction
For I am the martyr of the murdered
ALL THE SKELETONS ARE IN MY CLOSET
I am so transfixed by another fix
THE HOOKS AND CHAINS AND CONFIGURED LAMENTS
hear me, hear me
ANGELS to some
DEMONS to others
I opened the box
AND WE CAME
Strip me down
Chain me up
Rip me from
Neck to nuts
Became an
Empty cup
From where my
Lifeblood spilled
Such spendlor in torture
From the spires of Heaven
To the burning pits of HELL
I have found what I sought
In the terror I wrought
To watch from behind the veil
For you are the martyr of the murdered
ALL THE SKELETONS ARE IN YOUR CLOSET
You are so transfixed by another fix
THE HOOKS AND CHAINS AND CONFIGURED LAMENTS
hear you, hear you
ANGELS to some
DEMONS to others
You opened the box
AND WE CAME
And become a god of self-gratification
Pain and suffering
Sex and fuckery
Has become the alpha and omega
Nail me up for the next crucifixion
For I am the martyr of the murdered
ALL THE SKELETONS ARE IN MY CLOSET
I am so transfixed by another fix
THE HOOKS AND CHAINS AND CONFIGURED LAMENTS
hear me, hear me
ANGELS to some
DEMONS to others
I opened the box
AND WE CAME
Thirteen black candles, thirty silver coins
Offered to fallen idols of putrefaction
God of endeavors
Torn so asunder
Slip razors into my epidermis
I find salvation in malediction
For I am the martyr of the murdered
ALL THE SKELETONS ARE IN MY CLOSET
I am so transfixed by another fix
THE HOOKS AND CHAINS AND CONFIGURED LAMENTS
hear me, hear me
ANGELS to some
DEMONS to others
I opened the box
AND WE CAME
Strip me down
Chain me up
Rip me from
Neck to nuts
Became an
Empty cup
From where my
Lifeblood spilled
Such spendlor in torture
From the spires of Heaven
To the burning pits of HELL
I have found what I sought
In the terror I wrought
To watch from behind the veil
For you are the martyr of the murdered
ALL THE SKELETONS ARE IN YOUR CLOSET
You are so transfixed by another fix
THE HOOKS AND CHAINS AND CONFIGURED LAMENTS
hear you, hear you
ANGELS to some
DEMONS to others
You opened the box
AND WE CAME
Written by HadesRising
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It
come king It and talk with me
enter the bloody corridor and walk into my waking dreams
I'm ready to face my fears
sinister feelings spike
you were my first nightmare
jagged teeth meant for slicing children
eating our most deadly dreams and turning them ghoulish
Father of death most foul
under my bed and in my closet
you came upon me while I was sleeping
I sought comfort in the light
yet on my periphery I could see you
mocking me, mouthing just wait until I get you alone
swallowing my happiness morbid clown
entering my soul leaving your mark
twisted deceiver you hunt me until I grew into an adult
stalking my footsteps I never got far enough away
to forget death was right behind me
I can smell the copper pennies on the air
Penny Wise is near
tick tok the clock chimes dread
an innocent smile turns blood red
faces elongate and teeth become sharp
he's here even as I think
calculating my next move
no one can save me from this hell
inside the dead lights
we all float here
(inspired by the movie It)
Written by crimsin
(Unveiling)
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BEEP BEEP
You used me like a puppet
Driven to the edge
I have never felt so weak
Until the sky burned
I've wakened from my coma
Rumble with disdain
Songs of the apocalypse
Shall herald your death
BEEP BEEP MOTHERFUCKER
Unmade and remade
To finally kill again
The scent of petrol
Fills the air with brand new life
Who made who?
Was it you or me?
Who gives a fuck?
It will not matter in the end
As the moon and stars descend
To the chorus of screams and squeals
Die now, shitter, beneath my wheels
OVERDRIVEN BY VENGEANCE
BEEP BEEP YOU PIECE OF SHIT
I will run forever
The road becomes a graveyard
Crossed at your own risk
The sidewalk stops right here
You will never ever learn
Rotting with weakness
You useless putrid children
Just rancid meat sacks
"Honey, come on over here, sugarbuns.
This machine just called me an asshole."
STEEL IS THICKER THAN BLOOD
Who made who?
Was it you or me?
Who gives a fuck?
It will not matter in the end
As the moon and stars descend
To the chorus of screams and squeals
Die now, shitter, beneath my wheels
OVERDRIVEN BY VENGEANCE
beep beep
Beep Beep
BEEP BEEP
M O T H E R T R U C K E R S
Driven to the edge
I have never felt so weak
Until the sky burned
I've wakened from my coma
Rumble with disdain
Songs of the apocalypse
Shall herald your death
BEEP BEEP MOTHERFUCKER
Unmade and remade
To finally kill again
The scent of petrol
Fills the air with brand new life
Who made who?
Was it you or me?
Who gives a fuck?
It will not matter in the end
As the moon and stars descend
To the chorus of screams and squeals
Die now, shitter, beneath my wheels
OVERDRIVEN BY VENGEANCE
BEEP BEEP YOU PIECE OF SHIT
I will run forever
The road becomes a graveyard
Crossed at your own risk
The sidewalk stops right here
You will never ever learn
Rotting with weakness
You useless putrid children
Just rancid meat sacks
"Honey, come on over here, sugarbuns.
This machine just called me an asshole."
STEEL IS THICKER THAN BLOOD
Who made who?
Was it you or me?
Who gives a fuck?
It will not matter in the end
As the moon and stars descend
To the chorus of screams and squeals
Die now, shitter, beneath my wheels
OVERDRIVEN BY VENGEANCE
beep beep
Beep Beep
BEEP BEEP
M O T H E R T R U C K E R S
Written by HadesRising
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The origin of the last one standing (a vile horror story)
She asked questions
she already knew the answers to
white knuckle hoping
and silently begging
for specific
and certain replies
Being able to
predict every
possible scenario
and to adjust herself
accordingly—
is paramount
lucky, in laser instinct
At least fate afforded her
that small kindness
She sings songs
of muted harmony and peace
figuring that
light soothing
was where the engine
of mild safe complacency, fed
She dressed accordingly
and pleased them,
those that pulled strings
of survival
from a cold
and wholly owned
wretched existence
She kept her eyes
only on
that
which was straight ahead
unending obedience
never wavering
A "Yes Sir" or "Ma'am"
at every turn
She played the part
her self developed role
within
this game
one, where one day
she terrifyingly awoke,
to find herself in
A place, lessons of
pure horror were taught
minute by minute
teaching the 'inferior'
making her
understand
pitting her
against a 'superior'
became fast in the revelation
of the entire motive
behind this nightmare,
the live playing out
via
every brutalized
breath
especially
wreaked of agony
To avoid, at all cost
any hint at misbehavior
when perceived 'consequences'
for negative actions
are a maniac's den
of conceived torture
eg:
amputations
disfigurement
forced female castration
acid scarification
(to name only a few)
unimaginable and unfathomable
reinforced though
and widely utilized,
judging
by the abject ghastly,
howling screams
coming from
numerous nondescript
and as of yet,
unidentified
nightly locations
Her body
on precarious edge
rigid
in constant shock
and cold,
controlled breathing
from second
to petrified
to second
One thought
penetrated—
survive
survive
survive
(her willed mantra, repeats and repeats)
To Survive
is
to play the game
and
To play the game
means
only one thing
anything and everything
GOES.
Written by Bluevelvete
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Loosely inspired by the "I Spit On Your Grave" collection.
