The Darkness Within

Rules:
500 word limit.
2 entries each.
One week.
Although I'd prefer if you write it ON halloween. :)

She's Profane


She was baptized with Jack Daniels
And toxic brackish integrity
The essence of damned chapels
Becomes her torment of false austerity

Morbid paintings of lost serenity
Collage the dwellings of her chambers
And mirror her fragile empathy
Whilst whispers of abyss now claim her

She plummets past the depths of sanity
Into the loving arms of her fiends bliss
Her delusional visions of incorrigible reality
Are nurtured by a manipulators maleficent kiss

She mocks superstition amongst the owls
A harlot of faith provoking sin
She clips the wings of intuition most foul
Just as the harmony of a malicious violin

Perhaps her soul is a chemical imbalance
Or maybe the result of genetic deformity
Regardless, her heart is bleeding spiteful malice
And lacks the fortune of any serendipity

Devilish Acts At 14


Satanic Bible lies withered and begging for attention
She's 14 and ignorant and plays without protection

Black glossed lips and obsession with death
Mama doesn't mind as long as she has her precious meth

A compulsive liar who seeks salvation behind her scars
The truth that demons seek her behind that wretched bar

And that screams in her head are more than mental problems
Confusing it for wicca her hatreds found a reason to finally blossom

She started drawing inverted pentagrams on her palms at school
If she was an outcast before it compared to nothing next to this ridicule

But fuck it it won't matter by the end of tonight
Cause she's got plans for all the sheeple, why should they live happily in the light

She made a wicked friend once she embraced deaths cruel kiss
And all she has to do is readily welcome his seductive bliss

Which she prepared for atop her devilish alter
Loving every twisted detail becoming true martyr

Yet so sad for her what the future has instore
What really happens when she taste true blood and gore

But she's blinded by a fake sense of power
Entranced by just the mere thought she glows with glower

And spills her blood so is to enrich the chant
As thoughts of vengeance entice hagged pants

But instead of revenge she's introduced to true horror
Constantly tormented with thoughts of suicide and terror  

She loses the last strand of sanity she so desperatly held on to
Instead of control it's her only release from the dictator she let through

So her best silver friend licks upon her veins
One last time giving in to his fated demonic claims

Very interesting. I will do this later tonight when I have time.

Diversification

I feel a change inside,
A metamorphosis of my conscience.
It feels intriguing
My insides ripped apart and healing.

I'm becomeing something new,
Something never seen before.
I feel a darkening within,
And I think I might like it.

Contemplating the darkness,
growing and mutating.
I let it consume,
all that was salvagable inside.

This diversification,
correction, perhaps
Of my inner being is making me,
dangerous, and loving it.

Oh, the things I can do,
With this manifestation,
of not giving a fuck.
How insanity frees your mind.

Let us not see what I can do,
This new condition,
Allows me to grab the knife.
And smile with anticipation.

I want to it to penetrate,
Your very essence clinging
On the edge of my blade,
grinding it home.

It brings me contentment,
With this modified conscience,
To feel the warmth of your blood,
Spilling over my hand.

To see you asphyxiate on the red,
As I twist the knife in your lung.
You looked so shocked,
Didn't think I would do it, huh?

Well I fucking did it.
Only with this new enhancement
My mind converting me
Into a monster.

I pull the blade out,
and bring it down again,
plunging it into your abdomen,
No remorse or sympathy to constrain me.

Your eyes don't sparkle anymore,
Your turning a interesting shade of blue.
I think I'll keep a souvenier,
Because your my very first.

But not my last.
No, I don't think that I can stop.
In fact, I don't even want to.
Because there's more like you,

but none like me.

The death of Poppy Feldt

A passion so fierce that it burns like fire,
A shadow of love cast by desire.
It turns its shoulders
And hides its face,
This feeling is cold to the touch
And bitter to the taste.
Time cannot mend this
Broken heart;
A dull needle and a fragile thread
That's only bound
To fall apart.
 
I've been Digging shallow graves,
Using Dirty nails
And hollow hearted facets.
Spending my days
Mending failures,
Building caskets
There's a head stone
Missing a name
And a date.
I lie with you there
Searching blindly
For words
Left to say.
 
I'm waiting for a flashbulb
To burst
On this guilty pose
Something
To illuminate
The life you took
And the one I chose.
 
I lost sight
Of the things
I aimed to see
The broken and the beautiful
And the existence in between.
Some people
are just made for discontent
Like a murder without a motive
A heart that's empty
Despite it's visceral intent.
 
Today was the day
I came to decide
That I'll strangle the memory
And stop killing time.
I forged a name
Beyond the meaning itself,
Long live Silvja Weiss
and here lies Poppy Feldt.

I sit here
screaming
as time flies by
dreaming

I dream of myself
without you
the darkness within
what should I do?

you control me
pull me down
the darkness within
makes me drown

I am no longer me
because of you
I can no longer breathe
because you too

Is it me or is it dark in here, in the darkness of my mind
The point is still not clear in here, there's still something i need find.
Nothing makes sense anymore, i don't want the air i breathe.
I just don't want to stay anymore, finally check out and leave.
Time is no great healer, it's just more and more time to dwell.
on a future that will never be, and a past i wished hadn't happened as well.
Yet here i am all alone by myself, with only a single reason im here.
She is the most beautiful thing the world has seen, but i'm scared i'd only cause her fear.
Cos i don't know my self anymore, i really don't know who i am.
Am i the dad that i really want to be ? But im only ever seen as a sham.
My family must be really so proud, cos i've lost my head again
I wish this was all a dream in a coma, and i couldn't remember my name.
cos  if i awoke i could put it all down, to the dream that i'd just had.
And everything i'd done wasn't real, and i wasn't really that bad'
But we all know the truth of who i am, and the kind of guy i will always be.
Just a confused idiot whose lost his way, and who can only depend on me.

When there's a fight going on deep in your soul
on one hand it's warm, on the other it's cold
It may be a war between bad and good
Which one wins ?  I know which should
It's that age old battle between love and hate
Just pray to god that you don't leave it too late
To let one consume you and have you as it's host
The winner will be the one which you feed the most

Paper Thin



A sigh so brittle
it falls away like powder
as I see right through you
pretending in my oblivious way
that things are not so paper thin
and my lids are often closed


Today I am cold
all of the way to my blood
and nothing can make it warm
as tiredness swims the waves
of my fading energy
while jade drips from my eyes


Tomorrow I shall be less
of what I was
and more of who I am
my name will reside in all seasons
my essence forever in the wind
shadow ever moving


Watching and always aware
pretending in my oblivious way
that things are not so paper thin
and my lids are often closed
It is easier that way
to never let on
the things that I know

My Demons Cry



Flightless for so long
clipped wings of my own doing
plucked out my feathers to give me pain
Scars leave a story in Braille
Cryptic in unknown text
symbols that only I can translate





My demons cry for release
from the prison that I lock them in
they shake the foundations of my soul
At times
I just choke them back with each gulp
until they are silenced and still





I shall choose with each breath
that forges the direction of my
forward motion in loose fitting shoes
Transition like a chrysalis waiting
enveloped in pain as butterflies cry
rainbow rivers that crystallize on stone





Vervain in drifts catches my senses
I follow its stroke as it entices me
Distraction can take your feet unknowingly
to a place you did not want to end up
to backward and thoughtless choices
And my demons cry for release
as they shake the foundations of my soul

“Kicking Dark Tricks”
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Through my entire life an
evil stranger has been there,
no cares for me, deep inside
culminating in chaos at the
most inopportune times,
bar brawls, risky thrills, pain pills,
gallons of flowery cheap bitter wine.
Like a recurring bad dream, this
subversive screaming gremlin
has tried to take me down
to hell with him, numerous times.
My mornings hurt like the days,
the nights were more frightening,
would sting me like electric lightning,
rip at my very soul, auto-pilot control
on a roll, he would pull nasty sick tricks.
Somehow, I survived the bad shenanigans,
his scummy licks, dark tricks I’m now kicking.

Forever In The Dark

Another cold dark night I saw a shadow
The demons were screaming from being defeated in this battle
Like castrated cattle
They didn't have another chance
Susceptible target
An ignoramus from a glance
They didn't understand that opportunities are vague
Entangled in consequences from gambits gone astray
If you can sit and stay past heart wrenching shrieks
You'd then gain admittance into the darker part of me
Where specters start to grieve when a demon passes by
Subjugated by hate
Where every inch of passion dies
Like an everlasting lie
They're forever in the dark
I've been promised a pain to stay forever in my heart