Poetry competition CLOSED 17th March 2012 9:40am
WINNER
bastardofbodom666 (Helvete Blod)
bastardofbodom666 (Helvete Blod)
RUNNER-UP:
Scalpel_Rape
Battle me...
Devilish: you look dark, sad and really charming. Are you looking for daekness? So I have something for you. I hope you find it interesting. \M/
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Rocking on the hanged man
I sewed the eyelids with black wire to my slave
I couldn't stand her annoying adoring gaze
kneeling at my feet now he cries and begs
rubbing his snout against my venus mount
panting drooling on my black leather pants
is like a faithful animal that loves his mistress
despite the beatings and depraved humiliations
His love is a meaningless swirling river in flood
that only increases in me the lust for cruelty
I tightly tied his arms behind his back
I'll not satisfy the the dog's last lewd desire
drag him by the hair with the belly to the ground
I am just pleased to see him crawling like a worm
following the sound of the heels of my thigh boots
that will lead him to the place of his painful end.
I am his divinity, the dark lady, his goddess Kali
He accompanies me dragging on the frozen ground
naked body, trembling, in blind and shameful adoration
All this time was the victim of the cruelest whims
I bent and made him the shadow of the man who had been
first I hated him, and now I also despise this derelict
with the hot steel and beatings, I transformed him
and now he's just the mud that I trample under my feet
painfully he ascends the stairs of gallows with the belly
I impatiently spurred him with insults and flexible staff
He's wounded, worn and emaciated, an animal for sacrifice
We are facing one to another in silence on the boards
the rope passes over the branches of ancient black oak
the icy wind whipping the body and messes up his hair
my knife digging deeply into the flesh of his chest
Samael's name and symbols that will transfer me the power
exhaled through the energy from the pain of his death
he'll be mine, body and soul, even after leaving this world
blood flows copiously along his white body futile and gaunt
"Are you ready to die to please your Goddess and mistress?"
He nods stupidly, amused I squeeze the noose around his neck
I wait long moments, letting the wave of his terror increases
He mumbles incoherently, aroused I suddenly open the trapdoor
the rope snaps but the short fall will not break his neck
death shall be no quick, and I'm going to enjoy his agony
I watch ecstatic, his tremors, grotesque spasms of grief
the red fadding to black tongue, hanging nasty from mouth
The time seems to stop, the miserable doesn't decide to crack
Throttle produces in him an obscene rise that ignites my lust
greedy I yearn for my prize and then decide accelerate the end
I climb on his shoulders and delighted rock on the hanged man
the weight of both wrenching his neck, between drenched creaks
no more blood or air to brain, and death triumphs, or almost
the rope is cutted, with a dull thud the slave falls on the floor
down there's a turgid rod that I want to possess and ride
I wish his tiepid flesh, I love the dead before they're cold
Will be my horse between life and decay, in the glow of the new moon
a lasciviousness ecstasy, until the onset of rigor mortis do us part
I am the Countess Batory and follow the black path on the left hand
I belong to Him who rewards its witches, with the most incandescent hell.
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Rocking on the hanged man
I sewed the eyelids with black wire to my slave
I couldn't stand her annoying adoring gaze
kneeling at my feet now he cries and begs
rubbing his snout against my venus mount
panting drooling on my black leather pants
is like a faithful animal that loves his mistress
despite the beatings and depraved humiliations
His love is a meaningless swirling river in flood
that only increases in me the lust for cruelty
I tightly tied his arms behind his back
I'll not satisfy the the dog's last lewd desire
drag him by the hair with the belly to the ground
I am just pleased to see him crawling like a worm
following the sound of the heels of my thigh boots
that will lead him to the place of his painful end.
I am his divinity, the dark lady, his goddess Kali
He accompanies me dragging on the frozen ground
naked body, trembling, in blind and shameful adoration
All this time was the victim of the cruelest whims
I bent and made him the shadow of the man who had been
first I hated him, and now I also despise this derelict
with the hot steel and beatings, I transformed him
and now he's just the mud that I trample under my feet
painfully he ascends the stairs of gallows with the belly
I impatiently spurred him with insults and flexible staff
He's wounded, worn and emaciated, an animal for sacrifice
We are facing one to another in silence on the boards
the rope passes over the branches of ancient black oak
the icy wind whipping the body and messes up his hair
my knife digging deeply into the flesh of his chest
Samael's name and symbols that will transfer me the power
exhaled through the energy from the pain of his death
he'll be mine, body and soul, even after leaving this world
blood flows copiously along his white body futile and gaunt
"Are you ready to die to please your Goddess and mistress?"
He nods stupidly, amused I squeeze the noose around his neck
I wait long moments, letting the wave of his terror increases
He mumbles incoherently, aroused I suddenly open the trapdoor
the rope snaps but the short fall will not break his neck
death shall be no quick, and I'm going to enjoy his agony
I watch ecstatic, his tremors, grotesque spasms of grief
the red fadding to black tongue, hanging nasty from mouth
The time seems to stop, the miserable doesn't decide to crack
Throttle produces in him an obscene rise that ignites my lust
greedy I yearn for my prize and then decide accelerate the end
I climb on his shoulders and delighted rock on the hanged man
the weight of both wrenching his neck, between drenched creaks
no more blood or air to brain, and death triumphs, or almost
the rope is cutted, with a dull thud the slave falls on the floor
down there's a turgid rod that I want to possess and ride
I wish his tiepid flesh, I love the dead before they're cold
Will be my horse between life and decay, in the glow of the new moon
a lasciviousness ecstasy, until the onset of rigor mortis do us part
I am the Countess Batory and follow the black path on the left hand
I belong to Him who rewards its witches, with the most incandescent hell.
FIRST BLOOD
She had a slight little frame
with the right amount of meat.
She gave me my first taste
my first real treat.
She teased me for months
and said she liked to play dirty
and loved being cut pretty
Loved being sucked
Whilst getting arse fucked
We finally got down to do it
and the wait was well worth it.
It had to be perfect and the mood was just right
the candles were scented
I nearly came with fright
When her blades were presented
I was nervous at first
but then got really into it.
My first cut was deep
I got carried away
she shouted "just suck"
As she got on all fours.
That first feeling I got
I'll never forget.
I entered her rear
and started to swallow,
suck and fuck is all she could shout
I looked in the mirror
and I liked what I saw
her warm sweet blood covered my mouth.
When we finished we vowed
that it was only the beginning
that we'd do it again, again and again
She had a slight little frame
with the right amount of meat.
She gave me my first taste
my first real treat.
She teased me for months
and said she liked to play dirty
and loved being cut pretty
Loved being sucked
Whilst getting arse fucked
We finally got down to do it
and the wait was well worth it.
It had to be perfect and the mood was just right
the candles were scented
I nearly came with fright
When her blades were presented
I was nervous at first
but then got really into it.
My first cut was deep
I got carried away
she shouted "just suck"
As she got on all fours.
That first feeling I got
I'll never forget.
I entered her rear
and started to swallow,
suck and fuck is all she could shout
I looked in the mirror
and I liked what I saw
her warm sweet blood covered my mouth.
When we finished we vowed
that it was only the beginning
that we'd do it again, again and again
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 cunt
And their brains a fucking meal!
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 cunt
And their brains a fucking meal!
maikeru555 said:A Tunnel Grey:
The skin peels back well,
as the body begins to swell,
alone and off to torture,
one might think of a butcher...
Rump has gelatinous poise,
making for great sucking noises,
someone's baby is missing,
this dead torso I'm kissing...
A tunnel grey,
hidden during the day,
twilight hours pick up,
into the darkness to dump...
The flesh contains impurity,
as the victim requires surgery,
cauterizing with a weak flame,
one might struggle all the same...
Lumps strategically ooze,
making necrophilia fuse,
something can finally be used,
this fixation of mine abused...
A tunnel grey,
hidden during the day,
twilight hours pick up,
into the darkness to dump...
this is really good, have to read more of your work
The skin peels back well,
as the body begins to swell,
alone and off to torture,
one might think of a butcher...
Rump has gelatinous poise,
making for great sucking noises,
someone's baby is missing,
this dead torso I'm kissing...
A tunnel grey,
hidden during the day,
twilight hours pick up,
into the darkness to dump...
The flesh contains impurity,
as the victim requires surgery,
cauterizing with a weak flame,
one might struggle all the same...
Lumps strategically ooze,
making necrophilia fuse,
something can finally be used,
this fixation of mine abused...
A tunnel grey,
hidden during the day,
twilight hours pick up,
into the darkness to dump...
this is really good, have to read more of your work
