Death, Drugs and Darkness

Make it as gruesome as possible. Everything allowed as long as its twisted and worth the read.
Can involve vampires werewolves and anything your imagination can come up with.

May you all have good luck

''Delicious Stanger''

How beautiful your pale skin looks
In this moonlight I feel your blood in me surge 
Your lifeless body lays in front of me
Cold stiff white and dead
Look at how I ripped apart the side of your throat 
Your veins ripped and head twisted unnaturally 
And my teeth burrowed so deep and desperately 

I almost tore your head apart from your shoulders
As Your screams filled my ears as I attacked and drank 
You tried to hit and push me away but quickly into the floor you sank
Your closed your eyes defeated
I began to feed and lost some control
For you tasted like pure gold

Oh your red shiny blood has left a delicious after taste on my tongue
Oh the joys of drinking human blood in the darkness of he nights
You were especially good and full of life
So now your body will lay here a couple days
Until someone finds your empty body as it decays
Now I will move on to another beating heart and put them in danger,
Goodbye delicious stranger

Vampire or Werewolf? You decide.


I wake up with blood all over my hands
I can't seemed to find my pants
I can't remember last night, it is still fuzzy
I do remember one thing, the frenzy
I tore through bodies, devouring their essence
I try to think further back but I can't
I know there are two options
I am either a vampire or lycan
I cannot be sure which
I do know I need to end this
Before my next night
before the next life

My Song********
Be gone from me you mortals
thiefs and whores
Count your many blessings
Before darkness falls
And I bring you down to your knees
Oh, you souls that dream great dreams
It seems you've dreamed your last one, of me.

Oh, that my heart cries out for you,
Thiefs and whores
You dreamers of great dreams
My heart will not be still
While I take this baseball bat of stainless steal
And knock your brains out
And your heads will explode under the presure
Nor will my heart not give in
Tell all of you are dead,

I will not stop tell I see the blood
And know you rest in Hell
For this is my song I sang just for you.

The sky draws down
It blackens all I see
I cannot stand to whisper
I cannot bear to scream
Focus on my enemy
This is me no longer talking
A shadow in the darkness
Released into the spree

Unchained and unperturbed
Rampant and ravaging
Devouring everything
Desire seeks
Harsh and remorseless
Never to feel the shame or the pain passed on
He walks for an instant.
He runs forever.

Left with foggy pieces here
Left with all this pain
I pick myself up
I carry the weight
He sets himself back up
And I need a new home again



actually about drugs but from a jekyll and hyde type of thing

<(0)> Black Eyes <(0)>
In Praise of Lilith

Thy eyes, they haunt me, through long hours…
When midnight’s goddess shows her powers,
Reminding me, of ecstasies that I had forgot…
And the secrets that exist past mortal thought!
Thy face pale and taunting with its’ symmetry,
Appears in my dreams with tempting beauty…
Reminding me, that of old you came to grace,
My lonely company, in earthly parts of space!
What mystery I held thy coming to have been,
In my mad youth: when we indulged in our sin.
But I know now simply that longing so great…
Led you to my side, from beyond Hell’s gates.
The room was cast in shadow, nothing shone,
And I could hear the sound of thy breathing…
Hot upon my neck, whilst I lay wanton prone,
Whilst looking upon thy form, lust so seething.
Six veils she casts from her limbs as a dancer,
I feel the softness of them, as they flutter free!
Like all lovers do, we confide, and we confer,
Whilst I am lost in her eyes: her secrets to see.

In the gathering shadows, she is watching,
From other worlds, from times long dust…
Merry we met, when I was not searching!
She eased my torment, and sated my lust.
Dead are our children; gone, are our kin…
Now we haunt the night, beauty and beast.
We will not regret, we cannot be forgiven,
Like her: I hunt for love and need to feast!

Black eyes in the night, white skin in faint light,
Looking, longing for one of the ancient blood!
In darkness beyond sight, we knew all delight,
Until dawn parted our pleasure with its’ flood!
Whispers you spoke into my ears, so tenderly,
As it was when Eden fell, to divine conspiracy.
And what I said to thee, all in wondering reply:
Was enough to make a saint, holy vows deny!
I was not looking for salvation on that evening,
But I found paradise, in dark eyes all gleaming.
The stars that once encircled us as we soared,
That night bore witness to our passion adored.
Eyes as black and large as eyes of white owls!
To look in them, is to see into her naked spirit.
I felt myself smile where, before, hung a scowl,
For I was but a vessel and passion did steer it.
The house seems then, to border other planes,
Familiar, and strange, where once I had dwelt.
I could hear her singing aloud of wild domains,
And I remembered well, how those places felt.

In the gathering shadows, she is watching,
From other worlds, from times long dust…
Merry we met, when I was not searching!
She eased my torment, and sated my lust.
Dead are our children; gone, are our kin…
Now we haunt the night, beauty and beast.
We will not regret, we cannot be forgiven,
Like her: I hunt for love and need to feast!

A song was playing, but I cannot recall words,
For my soul was entwined with hers like vines.
I think it was about the night, and put to verse,
Oh night so radiantly divine, replete with signs!
Child of darkness wither hast thou gone since?
Mayhap soaring past the moon on dark wings.
So long has it been since that bewitching hour,
When midnight’s goddess, showed her power.
Yet still I can remember, as if it were last eve,
And for the passing of that night, I must grieve.
So many things, I longed to ask thee, and say,
But: every night must end, with the rise of day!
In the depths of the netherworld’s deep space,
A stone of jade she carved, for me to sit upon.
She dons a gown of black silk, and white lace,
Which by the spiders of the pits was thus spun.
Cool is that place where the low fires burn out,
And the damned do not dare to wander inside.
Until my return she will prepare and ever pout,
In the palace of darkness where we will abide!

In the gathering shadows, she is watching,
From other worlds, from times long dust…
Merry we met, when I was not searching!
She eased my torment, and sated my lust.
Dead are our children; gone, are our kin…
Now we haunt the night, beauty and beast.
We will not regret, we cannot be forgiven,
Like her: I hunt for love and need to feast!

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       < well-adjusted >

   luckily
   we're all well-adjusted around here
   none of us
   (especially not me)
   has the slightest interest
   in seeing what a shotgun could do
   to just a little part of you
   your hand
   your foot
   that ugly thing between your legs
   but not your face
   no
   not your face
   not until you show me some respect
   some recognition
   some fear
   
            - - -

It seemed to me to be worth a penny farthing,
when he told me he had you in chains
said I had an hour
but that didn't seem long enough.
I paid for three, for good measure
and went about my day
buying cable ties and spun wire
and a match and some petrol
and a skewer and a book, big, thick, heavy book
and a spork. It seemed to be getting a little
silly, I came home,
put on the telly, watched Dynasty, I liked the title -
when you broke it down.
You were delivered in a crate at just past midnight
and the kitchen, yeah, the kitchen
seemed like the place
and the time was twelve fourty-seven,
not that it mattered,
just keeping check.
I shaved your head.
You looked so funny like Britney,
or some other maniac
and damn, when I heard you screaming
it added light to my face.
I cut your nipples away first, stopped the spitting with
ducktape
and a tissue.
I did hate it when you spat.
I pierced your eyes, your lip, your nose
in six different places
each.
I poured petrol around you and lit it,
you used to say you liked the smell.
I took away your eyes with a spork
and tied wire around the optical nerve.
I liked your sound,
so I pulled out your tongue and tied it with
a cable tie to make it stay. Love hearing you gargle,
particularly on my genitalia.
I sat in the armchair and read the book,
my big, thick, heavy book
for two hours until they came,
to pick you up.

same old dance

frozen to the floor
rolling in convulsions
you felt your veins swell
boil, pop, explode
you'd never felt better
or worse
more likely you forgot
whatever you felt
you were born
and bred
in that moment
these 12 steps
is supposed to make you forget.

you bleed the mantra
after meeting diner coffee
too strong for sober crowds
but never strong enough
your hands shake
but so does everyone else's
and the only high to be had
is fear
what the fuck happens next

your girlfriend is satisfied
oh, she's so proud of you
but she can't suck you hard enough
to make your veins stop screaming
you'd lick cat litter
if you thought there was a molecule
a grain
one fucking drop
of H
and now
you're back at it
melting cat litter
because .. well, do you need a reason?

you're fucking hooked
those 12 steps?
for you
they form a circle
do si do
my friend.

It's the quiet kids you look for,
they always plan.
It's the quiet kids you're weary of,
they see what you do.
It's the quiet kids, you watch,
because they shoot up the school.

I'm that quiet kid,
I plan,
I'm devious,
I'm murderous
and morbid.
But there's no gun in my hand,
no knife to my skin,
and none to yours.
There's no point and killing,
you or me,
because I'm no coward.
But I am quiet,
and what I know might scare you.
It scares me enough,
to rethink that a gun,
might save us all.
In the end,
when we're screaming and bloody,
and the world is collapsing,
in fire and ice.
A simple bullet would save our souls.
From eternal pain.

Unless the Good Book is true.

I'm the quiet kid,
with a mind of shadow,
I'm that watchful eye,
that sees what you do,
I'm that twisted mind,
that thinks in blood,
death.
I'm that kid.
Who you better watch out for...

The Bill of Death is always sweeter at the end.... Follow your heart and what it wants to say... Don't hold anythink back.. Release yourself where your hiding...

Love me

Love me,take me
Hold me, melt into me
Put your sweet mouth on mine
Inhale and let me drown
Put your hands on my throat
Love it, just do it
Slit it cut it
Make me bleed
Love me o Death
Lead me out of this bright darkness
and lead me into yours
where oblivion is master
holding me tight forever...

Thats fucking beautifull