dark, angry peotry competion

Muffled whimpers of blood and loaf



muffled whimpers fight their way    
through bruise, bond and chain  
then drift off either unheard  
or serve as an arousal  
   
the hero, lost in barley's gift    
pre-ocupied by his own demons  
shadows, ghosts and voices      
while life hangs in the balance    
   
the air,a commodity for the dying    
is free but painful and reluctant    
and vision is blurred by the softest    
silken scarf folded with haste and hate    
   
the fiend,he dances slowly with a mannequin    
and laughs heartily at her anecdotes    
sweeping her back and fourth,grace like    
caressing her hollow cheek bones    
   
the whore, she empties her life blood    
slower now,the beat is faint    
head hung and open mouthed she shivers    
at the madness occurring to smite her    
   
soon, she will be hide and leftover's      
the hide a canvas, the excess thrown  
 

The Spectator Of Sins




The sinister quarrel has imprisoned my eyes
Wet sickness smothered in blood and tears
Stench of nostril desecration amongst a realm of swarming flies
The grotesque vision of abhorrence and fear
The crowd of screaming denial upon the morale of lecturing thieves
The hoards of fraud and luxury
The taste of liquor and sweat against the sheets crawling with disease
Unraveling domain of many men's sperm, inter-weaved so heartless and cursory
As the ghastly song of the black wren
Plays a haunting melody to the devilish seven grins
Amidst the grounds of deadly trends
Through the horrified decades of where I been
I have become the spectator of sins

In the orthoscopic travesty I sigh in disbelief
Through the meadows and hills I ponder the grief
With no sign of normality or relief
My soul tears from society's rabid teeth
As I continue to roam this hollowed beast
This creation of pernicious feasts

Within the hidden stars in the brink of decay
They pray upon the Paraclete for service and aid
The slave of sloth amidst the sleeping glade
Their frivolous lives wasted on active delay
As they wallow in the nearby alleys
Here in Belphegor Valley

In the wake of my 11,000 days
At the dawns of indulgence that never yields
Hunger's silence screams through burning fields
In a trove of ashes and dismay
Fear blanches the cheeks of the full-bellied branch
Upon the riotous poor at Beelzebub Ranch

My recollections follow me like spirits amongst the breeze
As the beggars of wealth and excess flourish the terrain
Like a campaign of lies and deception they reign
Expediting their raid upon the weak with ease
The embezzlers ramble through the dark
Here inside Mammon's Park

Through the conceit of selfish souls
Narcissistic spectacles fathomless to reality
As their blemish-less facade remains a fallacy
False perfection infects the internal cold
Amongst the mirrors of their heartless applaudes at the asphalt's dead end
There is no vacancies left here at Lucifer's Inn

Erotic temptation lingering with filth
Sodomy's paradise of misused pleasures
Solicitors of rape and abuse amongst deranged treasures
With no sign of compassion nor guilt
As the violins play for the orgies of intoxication
On Asmodeus Island there is no romance or obligation

The history of bloodshed from clashes of betrayal and anger
Told within the stains of this wretched venue
Hatred and insanity disguised upon the menu
Where murderers flock and phobia reeks in the air of danger
Reflections of deicide are drawn upon the walls from where I sit
As I drown away the horror at the bar in Satan's Pit

The mime of sarcasm and envy
Fills the void of madness and despair
The covet of slayers with resent and snare
Embraces the agony so numb and empty
Remorse for what you may never share
Is exposed upon death on Leviathan Square

Stab my eyes with pins and needles
So I shall see nomore evil
Lacerate my tongue that's defile and feeble
So I shall speak nomore evil
Puncture my ears upon the deserted steeple
So I shall hear nomore evil
Through conformed wickedness God has lost his people!

The Harlots Of The Black Trinity




Beyond the hailstorms through Sumerian rivers
The darkness suffocates me with a shivering disease
In the macabre poisoned atmosphere
Black roses fill the pergola
Where the symphony of horror confines my existence
I have become prey to the sisters of the serpentine
A vassal for the prima donnas of the dance of the dead
As I worship the deities of this wintry shrine
I give praise to their possession
From the concubines of a fallen angel
Upon the lecherous banquet of my soul
Their thirst for creative blood drains from my fingertips
With cravings of horrid fascinations
Diabolical inspiration from the muses of hell
I am the protege of filth and intoxication
In the demoness lair the covenant is sealed upon my flesh
Amidst the nocturnal lore of damnation
The vandals of my body within the rapture
Are seen in the fenestella of my mind
While the fangs from the abyss rip the light from heaven
My blood slowly pours into their wicked wombs
Giving life to monsters of terror, authors of darkness
A trifling playground of nightmares and scares
Upon the murderous moon
I portray the parables of pitiless wives
As my vanity is consumed by sin
They rape my thoughts and desires
The Harlots of the Black Trinity

Dear Cutter

( Part one )

     
Hey,          
want to play?          
Victimise me.          
In the most          
sadist way.          
         
Take care of          
your wrists          
use your blade          
on my back.          
Let me feel          
the drops flow          
down my spine.          
         
Cuff my          
ankle to your          
mirror          
stare at the          
reflection          
of your dirty          
fucked          
slut.          
         
Take care          
of thy mind.          
Feed it          
from heart          
let go of the          
torment            
make it mine          
though it was          
never yours.          
         
Oh fuck it,          
just get naked.          
         
And pretend          
I whispered          
the sweet          
nothings          
you wanted to hear.  
 

(The sequel)


Oh, there is    
nothing      
that compares    
to good quality    
properly produced    
stainless    
steel.    
   
Oh, especially if    
it has been    
polished    
perfectly    
and with    
precision.    
   
Oh, I love the    
self reflection    
in it’s mirrored    
image.    
The clinical    
almost      
invisible    
edge.    
   
Now, there is      
nothing    
as wonderful    
as delightful    
as invigorating    
as that edge    
when sharp    
sliding    
effortlessly    
across      
the top of    
the back    
where my spine    
meets my      
neck.    
   
Now, that feeling    
that instant      
gratification    
of the      
first      
droplet    
rolling    
down the    
edge of    
my spine    
contouring    
my      
straight    
back    
all the    
way      
down      
to my    
crack.    
   
Now, that is    
foreplay.    
Knowing    
that you made    
it glide    
   
.    
   
Now, that’s    
an orgasm    
 
.



(The Finale)



My scar is worn with pride.    
   
Observe    
this testament    
of trust    
understanding    
and devotion.    
   
This scar,    
was created    
by a clinical    
blade of    
high precision    
Stainless Steel.    
By a hand    
of perfect    
form.    
A steady    
meticulous    
hand.    
A hand    
which invoked    
intense sexual    
gratification    
in one stroke    
armed with simple    
loyalty.    
   
This scar, I wear    
with pride,    
unveiled.    
disclosed.    
uncloaked.    
   
I defend it.    
   
uncontaminated.    
sheltered.    
   
perfect.    
   
You may not touch it.    
The honour is reserved    
for the hand that    
created the art.    
   
Voyeurs are invited    
to view my    
exhibition.    
   
Mavericks summon    
fantasies’    
   
I wear their dreams in tribute.    


   
-x-    
written by AliP   
   

Young blood is dropped,
dripping into soiled ground.
Death's come in threes,
but honey,
suicide is six.
Young blood followed it's course.
And one,
shot is down.
Two,
in the ground.
Three,
I hope you're in heaven.
Four,
The body it bleeds.
Five,
Someone missed you,
stop this please.
Six.
I hope you got your wish.

Young Blood.
Foolish little baby.
Knife or gun.
You bled in tears.
Screamed it to the world.

Gone is a 1,2,3,
4,5,6.

-Bang-

Anger

Kisses deep, gut hauling
hands mauling, shivering
erections on my body
all over, stabbing, prodding
all orifice used, no mercy
Just stabbing and thrusting
my mind crawled
my soul screamed
in anger, enough! enough!
Let me go...silent screams
echo and rebound
in the walls of mind's hell
Groping I grasped
a shiny knife
all nine inches of it
slashed, cut, stabbed
gouged, furrowed, sliced
Standing in the middle of the floor
I watched in silence
as five bodies no longer moved
lazily allow crimson liquid flow
and became just flesh in bloody confusion....

The soul that had no name

I tried bargaining with the demons
  that dance inside my brain
but they were to busy screaming
        and much to wild to tame -

 So they took me to a graveyard
   in a cold and pouring rain
   and left me in a lonely tomb
   with a soul that had no name.

I knew that I was victimized
     yes I knew that I'd been played
  when he opened up the gates of hell
      to place were hatred stayed.

Searching through the darkness
      sensing the echoes underground
  listening for the whispers
        just beckoning to be found.

 Awakening a sleeping dragon
      from an ancient time of old
  showing a place were hatred bred
         of caverns filled with gold.

  The dragon spoke so direct
       yet the dragon spoke so true
    he said to listen closely
          for these words are meant for you.

  These walls are lined in gold you see
   as far as the earth is wide
         but to search within your heart you see
         is to know your worth inside.

  Fortune, greed, and wealth you see
   will take you for a joyful ride
             but will leave you lost and all alone
         in this place where the demons died.

    The dragon then just faded fast
             as I stood in the pouring rain
         so lost so wet and all alone
                 with a soul that had no name .
         

The hell fuck ground (of misunderstood)      (SP Summerscales)

This persistance
we call existance
has to return to ring
to continuity
or sing aloud
misunderstood throws out the shroud
and alas no connectivity
is aloud
a fucking travesty
to the fuck awful
unlawful
cavity
inside and bound
by a lack of clarity
I think
to sink
down
to the hellfuck ground
my hands cover my crown
another
of all mothers
twat faced
and shit laced
yet again clowns
why not
is a word forgot
I tell you this
for I will not
take the piss
or wield the poisoned hiss
or the fatal
apple eden
bullshit kiss
for I know
the show's like this
it blows
out your nose
as the breeze
from your sneeze
and the crap
from your ass
never  recedes
to end
so don't ever dare
call me
a rare fucking friend .

i HeArD u HaTe GaYs?... >8^..(

JerkFace killa    
 
my Daddy sent me to ur door    
....."dis be ur NIGHTMARE!"    
 
the cameras glare    
and u da star of dis private show    
oopss.. watch ur elbow    
yea i know..    
its kinda hard to lock these zip ties jus the way i wan um..    
but its okay.. jus lay here    
 
so i hear u hate gays    
was toll u sodomized that guy u killed the other day    
oh Papa was displeased.. prolly why He sent me    
and hiddy hoe.. hot damn here I am!    
Scalped in hand.. here’s the plan    
gon see if we can get u to stay clear of other peoples business..    
 
   *sharpens knife begins to slice a certain section of the lower leg  
 
Now this thing about gays..    
I feel u man..      
not my cup of tea..      
guess I aint so fuckin sweet..    
but Papa say..  to each his own while in His home    
And here it is ur psycho ass don felt it safe to cast the very first stone    
 
Glad we alone..    
The way u bitch and moan it racks my nerves    
I’ll be done soon    
I’ll let u live    
Jus need to amputate this leg some.    

Now when u wake the doc may think its cancer    
 
……………you’ll know the real answer    
And when u sleep may again see me    
And if so u gon wish it were cancer………….    
 
 
hehe.. straighten up and fly ri lil birdie..    
 
 
>8^..( JerkFace..

goodbye umm maybe
hopfully this rope wont break
or this knife wont be to dull
i would like to be able to feel my neck break when i jump
and feel the blood gushing from my wounds
be able to laugh in your face when you said i wouldnt do it
i proved you assholes wrong
yea i made a noose and put it around my neck
but guess what it broke
second time around
my wrist seemed like a fitting canvas
for my blazing red artwork
but guess what my knife was to dull
but im laughing know cause you said i wouldnt try it
but i tried and i failed
I FUCKING FAILED

I hope this qualifies

Fiery Pit

Infected by psychosis
entreating for the stairs to descend
to usher me from this brutality
that dwells upon my blemished soul
Nothing but frantic rage lives
among all the forever stained
Desperate screams of repentance
echo in my head clouding my thoughts
Cove me
Make me a shield from the fiery brimstone
Give me just one drop
For the water here is hard to drink
Kill the worms
that feast upon my heart
continually prying through my skin
For I am punished with the heart of a beast
Give me another chance
to accept the sacrifice
Carry me to your world
For this furnace is too much to bare