Ressurection

Create a poem, describing you favorite horror movie..

Use the darkest thoughts you can process..

I wanna shiver!

No rules, but please don't make it a million years long..

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ripping
shredding
every thing in my path
cries
screaming
people run
killing
slaughtering
im known as a murder
but what is it ive acctually done?
i saved these people
saved them from existing
from pain
and suffering

you may say
i took away
all that joy and happiness
that they could've had
but i saved them
those are all just fake

so im a hero
not a murder
i saved humanity
from themselves
by shredding
tearing
and ripping
everyone
by giving up their souls
i have saved my own
good bye
i am leaving a hero
(boom)

mine kinda sucks now that i read it over

Please, enjoy reading my entry.

The Dominion of Seker.
Desolate desert of twilight Night.
Repressed by Ra.
Behind the Gate Aha-Neteru.

Gatekeeper, offerings of virgins
Gain access to thy lands unknown
To filth and scum of man.
The beginning of the underworld

It be oath-ed of Rosetau.
The entrance of the trail to the Underworld.
Intently guarded by vile serpents.
Sympathy of none to thy cult of thy Worshippers.

Passing the gates of thy undead
Where law of order be unknown
Survival of beasts, feeding on remains
Urethral tracts hanging from their gaping jaws

Blood red stains, of raped children and women
A world of no God, the loss of all morality
The gates Aha-Neteru, firmly locked
Linings of innocents cast unto flames

Women, fresh corpses hanging from trees
A decorative splatter
Of once bestowed beauty
Now drenched, body parts

Litter city streets, undead world
A world you knowth not.
Life is currency, blood is sport
Dealings in corpses, whatever to your tastes

He of the Silence of the Moon.
Watchth from skies tainted red
His vile creations, taking form
Slaughtering whatever be ofth in range

Taking form, born, learn to kill
Begin the feeding frenzies
Hunting in packs of overt hunger be-found rage
Devour whatever remains

Shredded humans, like confetti in thy air.
Taste the flesh
Smell the flesh
Feel the flesh

Creatures of thy night, Ra of oppressed
Blood packs.. lands drenched in thy blood of child.
The book of Thoth, foretold of this
A struggle of thy times

I may make edits every now and then to my entry..

as i slice the throat and the warm blood washes over my hand,
i am in control i am the mutha fuckin man
you deserve exactly what i shall allow you to have
they all pay for the cunt that treated me bad
i shudder as i dream it is you i kill
you evil monster i wish you could feel
the hate you gave me like one of your stds
twisted my mind,created this beast to feed
took my soul replaced it with this demon
now be warned whores its killing season

crickstreetking said:as i slice the throat and the warm blood washes over my hand,
i am in control i am the mutha fuckin man
you deserve exactly what i shall allow you to have
they all pay for the cunt that treated me bad
i shudder as i dream it is you i kill
you evil monster i wish you could feel
the hate you gave me like one of your stds
twisted my mind,created this beast to feed
took my soul replaced it with this demon
now be warned whores its killing season ,the evil is in each and everyone of us,you can contain it or let it go,ever think what its like to possess the power of life or death over another human

It All Starts With the Jailhouse

It was just another day
In the jailhouse the sheriff would say

It seems he hadn't a clue
As to why the inmates shook into other cells..do you?

It seems this old jailhouse was haunted..
Possessed by all the souls left unwanted



Once there was a deadly fight
An inmate went nuts and killed all in sight

Sure the sheriff and his deputies came running
But it seems the nuts inmate was more cunning

He ripped the badge from ones shirt
To slit the others' throat feeling no hurt

Next he slip a gun from a holster
And blew brains and blood all over a simple poster

He killed the rest then
But this time he used his fist with no sin

After the inmate was done
He refused to run

He sat in the floor coloring the walls
And heard the deads' cries echo down the halls

The next town over called a penitentiary
They came to shove him in a padded sanctuary

But once they removed him from the small prison
He seemed to have no memory no matter what the cops mention

They gave him test after test
He was fine "normal" unlike the rest

So why was he so insane and in raged and harassed
It seems the inmate was possessed



The towns people say once even the Sheriff went insane
It was a cold Christmas eve...he laid on the floor sucking on a candy cane

He waited till it was nice and sharp
Then put on music...of a mellowing harp

Slid open the doors to each cell
Once one walked out he'd make sure they'd have no story to tell

The first one got a sweet surprise in his left eye
Shoved in far enough so his screams would die

The second a bullet to the head
He fell to the ground laying dead

The third was to scared to get out of the dark
So the Sheriff ripped out his heart just to leave his mark




Crime in that small town was always slow
But it all starts with the jailhouse you know

Let's call it a game...

I finally have you.
There is no where to hide.
Look all around you.
What do you see?
I see darkness, shadows.
No other breathing soul in sight.
Just you and me.

In my head it's ringing.
The thoughts i always think.
Now i don't need to wish,
I have you.
Say your last few words,  
You're not seeing any other faces but mine.
This is your last night.

Kneeling on the floor crying in a ball,
How is that going to help?
Those nails might scratch but won't do shit,
Compared to the shit you put me through before.
Approaching from behind,
Yanking your hair back revealing your puffy red face.
Pathetic.
Muffled sobs as i pull you to your feet.
Taking hold of you i tie your wrists to the board.
You're lucky i thought of you and got rope,
Not any of my other toys.
I'll save those for later.
You think spitting at me will help?
Pissing me off is not going to help your little situation.
Collecting my steel darts from my jacket,
We play a little game.
It doesn't matter if i hit the bulls eye right now.

I love that sound of flesh ripping,
Bones snapping.
Bloodcurdling screams.
Oh beauty.
Blood shooting at me like paintballs.
I lick my bloodstained lips,
This is going to be a long night.
I'm going to enjoy this,
You...
Well, let's just call it a game.

P.S. Don't worry, the one on the killing floor is me....

LITTLE GIRLY LEGS
 
  Human flesh
Soft like jello when served fresh

  Little girly legs
Served with delectable delicate juicy eyes that look like eggs

  The heart of a whore on a platter
Tatter and tear through the artiums to make me fatter

  Lets make a toast
To tender toes on toast

  Blood in a goblet
Taken from the kindest hobbit

  Old shrivled up meat
Is such a tradgedy but somehow salvageable with salt and a little heat

  A little music melody
To tranquil feble screems before i lose it and violently wast the meat on your body
 
  Death
Do you know your dieing when you draw your last breath?

Extended by a week (: Hoping to get more entries ... no sweat

More entries...? Anyone? can we get some more entries over here?...please?

I KNOW OF TWO TWINS THAT NEVER PART THE DONT LOOK ALIKE
BUT BOTH OF THEM HAS A SPECIAL ART ON GIVES LIFE AN THE
OTHER STEALS YOUR HEART DEATH IS ON THE MINDS OF
MANY AND LIFE IS STARTING TO FEEL EMPTY DEATH HAS NO REASON TO
BE YOUR FRIEND HIS JUST WAITING FOR THE ENDING
LIFE IS WHO DEATH ENVYS BUT ITS FAIR TO SAY THE WHERE BORN
ENEMIES EVERY BODY LOOKS FOR LIFE IN DEATH BUT THAT HOW DEATH
GETS YOU LIFE DOESN'T CARE WHAT UR LOOKING FOR AS LONG AS
YOU ENJOY HIM BUT GETS PISS WHEN U OVER EXPLOIT HIM
AND THAT WHEN U MEET IS TWIN DEATH THEY MIGHT BE BORN
ENEMIES BUT TOGETHER THE WORK BEST

The Buzzards

Hands so weathered and dry
Surely this is not how I shall die
Skin burning from this desert heat
And buzzards waiting to eat fresh meat
As the last drop of sweat falls from my head
I soon know I will be dead
Like in an oven I now cook
The pages of my life fade like a burning book
As I look into the skies
I must now close my eyes
My strength is fading fast
I begin to wish death would come at last
But as if some cruel joke it must be
I awake the next morning to see
The buzzards beginning to regroup
Must be thinking today they'll have human soup
As the hours now tick by
I am afraid I will not lie
Not of death do I fear
But before death my flesh these birds will tear
As one bird draws near
It is obvious death is finally here
He pokes at my stomach with his beak
To fight him I am far to weak
Other birds now join in
And my painful death can begin
For moments I feel the pain
And internal thoughts drive me insane
I now laugh in my mind
As to think these birds to be kind
They have waited ever so patiently
And finally put me out of my misery