Chiller

are we allowed reposts?

as in from a poem you've already posted before? Yes. But not if it's won anything before.

(Nothing But A Nightmare)

Im sitting here in whats supposed to be silence

but the buzzing of these lights is getting to me

its seems to be getting louder and starting to screech.

I try to scream nothing comes out

Why?

Whats wrong with me?

Looking around frantically

I find nothing but that damned razor

that haunts my dreams

my thoughts escape me, im not thinking

I have no control, my hand grabs the razor

and brings it to my wrist, I feel nothing.

The cutting brings no pain but the blood

I can feel, its warm running down my cold arm,

it feels so good, its strange this feeling.

I wonder, and i start to close my eyes,

the buzzing is back I open my eyes to the

silent room. Looking down at my wrist there

is nothing, no blood, no razor, no cut.

DreamDeamon

freaky. I really liked it it reminds me of something, ha, the only problem is that i can't remember what it was
cool thow, i liked it :)

The Dancer
She walks on the shore of a crimson ocean the cruel suns dying rays of
light reaching out to the horizon as far as it can while sinking slowly
under the distant peaks of the beyond.

Sulking clouds roll out above his descent like a shroud. While the moon
she hangs like a sad portrait blood read in the water half emerged as
she bled. Soft wind whispers in my head an ancient story of a time far
gone.

A time of purity and truth. The wind tugs at her tattered dress while
she dances between  a tremendous column of scarlet fire. Singing a
syren's song  in a low strange voice beckoning me to my inevitable doom.

For she comes to gather up every spirit that is pure and weave him into
her vesture of flame. A soul hers to claim. She licks up their lives
their soul sparkling from their eyes. Shes a mighty sorceress, the lust
of the flesh that devours the soul of man. And by her dancing she plans
to gather for her mother nuit the heads of them who drink from the
rivers of the waters of life. She draws me ever closer.

I am terrified yet transfixed. But i know in my heart i must escape.... 1 day.

but for now we shall dance the night away. never wondering what we'll have to pay...

RavenofSorrow

Loved it XD

are we allowed reposts? or would you rather new poems only?

oops nevermind that post

-Venomous Curse-
Fire, burning me alive,
It feels like my skin is melting.
Fire in my veins,
A million times the pain of habanero peppers.
This pain will kill me slowly and painfully,
There is no relief.
This is my curse,
This is my Venomous Curse.

-Life-
It feels like acid rain,
Acid rain that melts your skin.
Destroys your muscles,
And passes by the bones.
It melts all that you can feel,
All that is exposed.

It burns and burns,
It leaves no scars.
No bruises,
No evidence.
It affects only the soul,
Acid rain for the soul.

It will kill you,
And condemn you.
To rid yourself of it,
You will kill.
You will die,
But you will survive.

You will survive through this Acid Rain,
This acid rain we call life.

Pravus

I really liked -Life- XD that was cool. And i get it to.

i'm standing in to middle of the night
dogs are barking and it seems that they
want to put up a fight i can't beileve my
arms are sore my bodies aching but they
want more my face is painted up wicked clown
hatchet in my hand while they sleep i remeber
what they said to me with these awful stories
the moon quickly turned red as the devil in
me came out of the closet i'm murdering i'm
sacraficing them to the gods above but the
christins look at me in german they say "Gott Geschwindigkeit auf der donner tefuel"
i'm standing there eyes turned red now i look
at them  in there
eyes while in mad scietist voice
i've got from the devil taken
over i whispher in there ear "see you next year"
HAPPY HALLOWEEN and let the dead come to life

thanks karra

Blood Cravings


The need to bleed
The will to kill
I love the pain
And the screams of the slain

The limits of my sanity
Broken by humanity
The bloodshed shall begin
Following Satan's way of sin

I crave your blood more and more
Straight from my Satanic Lore
Psychotic will driving me
Massacres will set thee free

Slit my throat if you dare
Dance within this bloody lair
The more you make me bleed
The more gore I'm gonna need

Cravings for blood unsatisfied
Even when a thousand's died
Bathe with me within their guts
So I can satisfy my lusts

I crave your blood more and more
Straight from my Satanic Lore
Psychotic will driving me
Massacres will set thee free

Rip me apart if you can
I am the death of all man
I grow drunk from the spilling blood
As your corpse is dragged through the mud

I crave your blood more and more
Straight from my Satanic Lore
Psychotic will driving me
Massacres will set thee free

Cravings for blood unsatisfied
Even when a thousand's died
Bathe with me within their guts
So I can satisfy my lusts

Violence Fetish


Violence? Blood? Flesh? Bone?
Oh fuck yes!

Time to cut the flesh into pieces
After ripping out the heart for a tasty snack
The scent of blood always gets me going
How I love being a sadist
They never say no and they taste oh so good after!

Ripping the intestines and fucking it’s holes
It’s a little messy but I’m a dirty boy
Eat the brain gain its knowledge
I can’t say I don’t have zombie qualities

Rotting flesh always the funnest
The perfect texture and the rankest stench
Gets me harder than the bone I gnaw upon
As I seed the corpse white as snow

Oh and the children are divine
They are oh so delicate and juicy
And easy to obtain as well
Why people don’t do it more I haven’t a clue
But it’s one of the best feelings ever
To fuck their heart and eat their lungs

Hide behind the bushes find a sweet target
That one looks juicy let’s get em
Pull out the sharpened bone
From the last one
And slit their throat
And drink drink drink the blood that flows out
And drag them away and fuck my new toy

Flesh bone and blood
Oh the sweetness of it all
How do people think I’m sick?
I’m just havin some fun
Ever heard of the pursuit of happiness?
Who gives a fuck if a few die?
If you want leftovers I got some in my closet

Rape the corpses day in day out
Although it’s funner when they’re still alive
But that can be annoying as fuck
Cause they scream over my Cannibal Corpse playing
Then I get off beat of fucking them to the drums
Which is just how I like it

Can’t keep from eating
Them either
When broiled right they’re so divine
That grisly salty taste is better than any seasoning
That you could add to any lamb, cow, pig, or goat

Call me a freak a fuck up a sinner
I don’t give a fuck I
Have more fun than you do
And get much more action as well
Necrophilia is the way to go
And who cares about gender?
Picky motherfuckers

Crazy for flesh psycho for blood
Kill em kill em kill em
Need the feel for their body
Whilst it corrodes the longer the better

Oh God I fucking love this
Their blood everywhere
Their bones like a dildo
Their heart a vagina
And their brains a fucking meal!