Frightmare

Frightful Nightmare

Beneath the bed the growling starts
Purr of furry monsters dare
To frighten snoring peaceful sleepers
To wake to the yowls of possessed spirits

The walls, they shake to crashing sounds
Of discordant piano sounds
Played by white bony fingers
Of spectres in grey misty shrouds

The screams of tortured souls
That hit the rafters and resounds
To the four walls of nightmares
In gangrenous waking hours

The screams shrill like bells
Wakes up the sleeper, mouth agape
To wipe sweating face with trembling hands
Thank the Gods it was just a dream….  

Meeting My Fate?



It begins with a flash
Of white light from the west
Disoriented, I stumble
But I'm trying my best

Groans of torment gather 'round me
Rotted flesh scent is near
Gnashing of teeth, shuffling of feet
Are the only sounds I hear

Trying to move away
I stumble in my blind state
My face smacks hard against the earth
Sod is all I taste

Finally my eyes adjust
I pull my head up from the ground
My jaw drops open as I take in the scene
Ignoring the approaching sounds

Flames wrap around the mountains
Mountains made of bones
Children run screaming with tears in their eyes
Away from their ashen homes

A red river roars through the streets
Human remains float through
Slithering creatures gnaw on the flesh
Of those whom I once knew

Imps fly swiftly through the air
As they chase the massive crowd
Looming over the hellish scene
Is a man whom before they bow

They chant his name in sync
"LUCIFER" they shout
My heart races in my chest
And my sanity I doubt

I feel a set of teeth on my leg
Turning, I kick the beast
Its comrades surround its body
And begin their fresh feast

I avert my gaze from the conflict
And rise slowly to my feet
When I turn around, my spirit sinks
A sea of black eyes I meet

An army of souless faces
All lurch forward at His command
His booming laugh shakes my chest frame
As they march across the flaming land

Eyes growing wide with fear
My heart beat picks up speed
I try to run, but my feet refuse
My voice quietly pleads

As the multitude surrounds me
Each wearing a wicked grin
He screams "SEIZE" in a menacing voice
And I never see the light again

A sit straight up in a cold sweat
Breath trembling, in my bed
Tears well up in my grey eyes
It was only in my head...

Reoccurring Nightmare



When my eyelids seal at night
The blood begins to shed
No one suspects the images I see
The screams when the walls run red
 
It begins with a hallway
Too dark,too damp,too long
Then I hear a small whisper
Singing a tiny gorgeous song
 
What I think are fingernails
Tickling at my neck
Soon turn into scraping claws
My composure is now a wreck
 
The talons dig into my flesh
Tearing apart my back
Hands try to steal me away
Farther into the black
 
What I think are kindhearted hands
Soon turn dark as well
They strike all over my body
My skin begins to swell
 
There are now welts all over me
Oh,whatever have I done?
To deserve this cruel punishment
Please tell me this can be won..
 
Then there are icy chains
Cuffed to my hands and feet
I can smell the blood in this room
The odor so bittersweet
 
The way-too-bright lights flash on then
And for some reason I am nude
What the fuck happened to me?
My captor is quite shrewd
 
I study my surroundings
The walls are stained with red
The entrails of all the other victims
Where their bodies bled
 
The mangled craniums of these souls
Hang above my head
Salty tears start flowing down my face
Verbally I wish that I were dead
 
"I can make your wish come true"
Says a deep deceptive voice
I try to move,I try to flee
Facing him is my only choice
 
I can hear him behind me
Well,the table that I'm strapped to
He steps around, I see his face
Eye contact sticks like glue
 
Of course I can not speak to him
He has his shiny toys
A butcher knife,a morning star
He smiles sweet like a young boy
 
He asks me if I like it rough
His innuendo I ignore
Not bothering to slightly consider
The upcoming sights of gore
 
He drops the star and steps forward
Taking my chin in his hands
Breathing heavily down my neck
Who the hell is this man?
 
His face so young and fair
Incapable of doing wrong
He then loudly clears his throat
And starts singing that familiar little song
 
He then molests my body
My hymen torn to shreads
Mouths agape in horror
On the victims' hanging heads
 
The knife then slices my arm
Pale elbow to fingertip
I hear a sickening sound
As my blood begins to drip
 
He kneels down on the concrete
Smiles at me so sweet
Opens his mouth and bares his teeth
And digs into me like meat
 
My screams ring out against the walls
This entices him to pursue
He mauls my body with his mouth
I don't know what to do
 
He steps back for a moment
And grabs his morning star
Cackles a bit and takes a swing
As if he were meeting par
 
The spikes penetrate my stomach
Blood spurts from my mouth
He kisses me so gently
Tells me"Dear don't be so loud"
 
The fluorescent lights start fading
As he goes in for round two
A necrophylliac indeed
He's one among the few
 
Thank "God" I don't have to feel anymore
Says the voice within my head
Then he attaches a strange machine
To my chilly metal bed
 
Electric shocks go through me
Bringing my senses to life
Haven't you done enough?
Caused me enough strife?
 
He chuckles then once more unzips his pants
I close my eyes in utter fear
The waterworks are minimal this time
I only let go of a single tear
 
I am wide awake now
Panting in my bed
Gasping for breath,waiting for death
Pillows soaked beneath my head...  

On His Train



In a cocoon of blankets, I close my eyes
Sleep draws near as the moon starts to rise
My playlist hums in my dimly lit room
My brain's swept of infections by it's musical broom
 
But then I hear the music cease
Heart beat rises as towards my iPod I reach
A set of eyes stare into mine
Standing still in the weak moonlight line
 
Under the covers I dive, my mind crying out
Praying they'll leave, although I surely doubt
I peek up, and of course, they're still there
Piercing my soul with a menacing glare
 
I choke on the words,"Wh-what do you want?"
A laugh rings out, a spiteful taunt
A figure steps out to the edge of my bed
Holding a silver blade that's stained with red
 
My ears are ringing, my vision is blurred
I try to speak, but it comes out slurred
With my sweaty palms, I pray for my life
Then gently, He touches my cheek with the knife
 
"Don't cry little one, for I'm here to deliver
You from this cruel land where your body still shivers
One swift slice, and you'll be on my train
Headed to my fiery domain"
 
Slowly crawling into bed with me
He smiles lightly as I try to plea
I am overcome by His strength and his wits
And through my throat, His sharp blade rips
 
Sticky red blood seeps onto my bed
Thoughts fade out from my weightless head
The scene goes black, I hear a ringing bell
Then, just as He said, I'm on the train to Hell

Dreamless

Colorless, my dreams have been  
Plaguing me with ennui,  
Where there used to be a density  
of multi-hued fabrications  
 
My curiosity is begging me,  
Though my slumber does not abide me.  
Leaving my mind frustratingly empty,  
As I lay my head on my pillow.  
 
I used to dream of a distant world,  
Where wonder was as plentiful as air.  
I could fly on the currents of imagination,  
drifting placidly on creativity.  
 
Every time I closed my eyes,  
I would slip into this secret pleasure.  
Adventure tantalizingly before me,  
Coaxing me to come and play.  
 
I would ardently await my sleeping hour,  
Eagerly urging the dream to continue.  
To gratify my desire to flee,  
the world around me too constricting.  
 
But now I find this dream land hopelessly barren.  
Charred and diseased beyond recognition.  
My sanctuary destroyed by an unknown entity.  
Ravaging my only salvation ruthlessly.  
 
I walk through the ruins cautiously,  
Distraught by the haunting echo of my thoughts  
lonely and reverberating in the empty land,  
where I used to wade in pools of knowledge.  
 
It is then when I see the monsters.  
They are nameless in their iniquity,  
soiling the beauty of of my refuge  
Ripping apart the earth with greedy talons.  
 
They manifest dark emotions.  
Thoughts of despair, malevolence, and regret,  
spreading throughout my dreamworld,  
Casting me into nightmare.  
 
Despite myself I scream out in fear,  
shocked and heartbroken at their trespass.  
I desperately try to awaken myself,  
But am laden down with a vice-like horror.  
 
The beasts are alerted to my presence,  
and they began to hunt me.  
I frantically try to hide,  
But I can smell their festering decay.  
 
They bear down on me,  
And I find myself hopeless to their onslaught.  
Terror paralyzes me as they close in,  
Rendering me vulnerable.  
 
They tear into me,  
Shredding me as I give a strangled cry,  
Feasting upon me mercilessly,  
Devouring my conscience.  
 
They strip me to the bone,  
All thoughts of happiness, love, and hope,  
feasted upon by their powerful jaws.  
I'm helpless to the ripping apart of my soul.  
 
Finally they consume me.  
All that is left is an empty shell,  
A breeding ground for malignant emotion.  
Hatred, misery and resentment,  
rebuilding my frame into a blackened and twisted being.  
 
I no longer know the pleasures of nightfall.  
I stay locked in my nightmare,  
tainting all that I touch,  
reveling in the destruction of beauty.  
 
I long lost all hope of escaping,  
and dwell in my annihilated kingdom.  
Leaching all the light out of this world,  
Embracing the evil that I have become.    
 

It begins when you fall asleep,
At first it’s all dark.
In the back a woman begins to weep.
Behind you, you hear a dog’s bark.

Second, the woman stands.
As she faces you, you notice she doesn’t have a face.
You see she’s got claws in place of hands.
Around her waist is a barbed brace.

You try to run, but you your legs don’t work.
You try to scream, but there is no sound.
You look at her, and her body makes a sharp jerk.
She begins to lurk toward you as you struggle to become unbound.

She walks all stiff, like a mummy awakened from sleep
You realize your time might be up soon.
She slows herself down to a creep.
You begin to feel very swoon.

When you realize you might just die,
The floor beneath you collapses.
When you realize your safe, you begin to cry.
When you see that there might be a lapse.

But you were wrong!!
You look around and see figures slumbering towards you.
You look around and see around you is a throng.
They look like animals escaped from a zoo.

You see that you are no longer bound, and begin to run.
When you see that you probably won’t make it far.
You pray that this nightmare is almost done.
When suddenly you see something bizarre.

Suddenly, your legs stop working.
You trip, and roll to the edge of a cliff.
You don’t hear them start lurking.
Your entire body becomes stiff.

You hear their feet drag across the floor.
You see their red eyes become visible.
All at once, you hear them roar.
Suddenly they become invisible.

You feel your legs being lifted.
You scream in fear,
You feel your body being shifted.
You vision begins to disappear.

When your vision comes back.
You’re tied to an operating table.
They strangely don’t attack.
You try to move, but you are unable.

Around you, you see tools of bane.
You see them lick their lips, as if ready to eat.
They examine your arm, as if looking for a rich vein.
In the air, you smell rotted meat.

You see the Leader one, clean off a knife.
You see him press it against your skin.
You wonder if you’ll ever see real life.
You see they are sacrificing you to Gwyn.

You scream in pain as they draw blood.
You realize that they will eat you ALIVE.
You scream in pain as they cut off your leg with a spud.
All you can do is strive.

You suddenly faint, as they begin to eat.
You wake up with both legs, in a darkened room.
You suddenly notice the heat.
When you look around, you notice you’re in a tomb.

You hear whispering around you.
You see movement but see no one.
You wait but nothing comes into view.
Suddenly you see a claw, and begin to run.

You realize that you cannot.
You’d think your luck would Improve!
You notice in the ground, a slot.
You realize you have a small window to move.

You hope it’s a good choice,
You flip into the slot and fall into Hell.
As you fall you hear a voice.
As you fall, you hear the Fallen begin to yell.

Suddenly you stop,
You slow down and land.
You look to see you’re at the top.
You struggle to stand.

You look around and notice a prison.
You see within, you notice Him
The Fallen and The Risen.
Around you the lights begin to dim.

You see him rise.
You seem him look up at you and smile.
You immediately see evil in his eyes.
His entire aura was vile.

It spooks you when he speaks,
In fact you almost fell into the Depths of Hell!
You try to stay sane as you hear their shrieks.
You look down and hope your life ends well.

He tells you, that it’s all been a test.
He tells you that you have successfully passed.
You realize that you will never again rest.
He looked around, and the demons amassed.

He smiled and spoke again.
He tells you that you are the final key.
He said that this might seem inane.
But in the end you would see.

He tells you that the world would end soon.
And that you’d be the leading demon.
He says He’s waited for you for a  

Blue Moon.
But not yet a master daemon.
(this continues from whats above i ran out of room)

                      Winter's Walk
A cold breeze crosses my covered face
I stop, taking in the refreshing frigid air into my lungs,
while staring at the splendor of the snow covered world around me.It’s quiet, only the silent crunch of my foot-falls echo
against the stark whiteness of the fresh fallen snow.

The forest is a winter wonderland that called me out of my house today, beckoning me to don my hat and coat and venture out into this winter wasteland.

Now that I’m here, I’m puzzled as to why. I have never like the winter, preferring instead the summer, but here I am walking through the wet snow.

There are no animals within this forest which scurries away from me, no birds flying high or squirrels scampering up a tree.
Nothing is making a sound here but me as I march absently through this thicket of low branches and down tress. Yet, I go on walking toward what I don’t know.

I turn toward a path I have never seen before. The snow is thick and lush there, virgin, a path not yet trampled by the hand of man.  I ponder whether to go back, but as I do, I find myself stepping toward this unknown trail.

My feet and hands are frozen; it’s becoming hard to breath. I’m blind now from the snow and tears; however I’m pushed to continue my path, although, I do not know my destiny.

Hours I tread frozen through snow, stumbling over rocks and trees, alone on this burden track of tears.
Alone with my silent thoughts I walk, aware only now why I came out under these severe conditions.

Tired, my walking done, I sit down next to an old oak tree.
The frigid air surrounds me in its cold arms, and I know that it is here he will find me at daybreak.

His words were harsh, his tongue brutal, they led me out into this weather in haste.

He found me hours later, ice-covered, still seating under the tree.Weeping bitter tears of regret , he embraces my frozen body, with its single crystal tear.

Now each night I walk this path in his nightmare, where he continually finds me too late.
Its become my fright to have to take that nightly winter's walk.

A Tasty Revenge


The moonless smog hid her features well.
To be true she did'nt clearly see him either.
Plying the trade, Blade close at hand
She waited for pleasure and pain
He turned up, Arm grabbed
The iron railings between them
His breath foul
Breasts found by eager hands
He wasnt concerned for pussy
As he pushed down, He unzipped
His manhood pushed through the rails.

Upto that moment he was a nobody a nothing, To let him gain pleasure from experienced hands without any pain were the only thoughts..
But when his dick came into sight, She knew, She knew she had seen it before, Hands caressed it to be sure.
Huge it were, Her arse quivered at the painful memories, One so young shouldnt see such acts let alone act them out for this animal.
Oh she knew what he wanted alright, He wanted a quick fix and who was she to let him down..
She sucked the head of this beastly cock good, Wanting to give him his best explosion ever.
One he would never forget.
Gripping his balls as they swelled and moved, Ready to unleash his necter.
Her other hand gripped the blade
His hands gripping the rails readying himself
His cock head swelled as he neared his climax.
Oh she was ready too.
He was too busy looking for passers by to notice the blade close to his shaft.
His cock twitched, Her mouth started to fill.
One slice and shafts blood carrying vein cut through. He did'nt notice in his orgasmic state that his cock now pulsed blood.

Walking away into the night.
His screams of realisation echoing off the walls.
The taste of him on her tongue.
Orgasmic heaven taking her away.

This had indeed been a good night

Anima

Those final night's shadows disband...

Staring out from her covet
a child called Mouse
eyes, scouring the heavens
for the final star
to fade
within the morning's light

Where she once had dreams
of masters--
idols and bloodshed;
industry and science
became the modern gods
of a modern age
now lost to the past.

Ab oblivione--
she watches
as the head
tries to speak
of the abominations,
until she closes
its eyes over
with mud
and clay.

She prays
that its dreams
will end.

Nightly visit

I see you creeping in the shadows
I try to sleep but you wallow
by the foot of my bed
I feel you so hollow
You whisper touch me
I touch back
you lay beside me
I try to avoid eye contact
her face pale as the snow
lips darker than the coal
her eyes with no center
a whirl wind of hate
her teeth
sharper than pins
she asks
can I taste your skin
the smell I could remember
putrid, vile
you could smell from miles
I sweat non stop
shaking in fear
wanting to run
she is... not human
she tells me
Be a good boy
her eyes glowing in the dark
she begins to caress my ribs
licking them like a rabid dog
she says I taste delicious
the sun begins to rise
she begins to walk
into the shadows
now she is gone
I turn on my lights
she is gone.

my eyes slowly open
like shaking
fluttering curtains
my back is
facing the window
I'm certain
the cold air is rising
up my back
everything around my
room is piercing
with a darkish bluish
black
i assume its
morning
but i cant move
paralyzed in fear
i hear the faint groove
of the industrial
streets clashing
behind me
i try to scream for help
for someone to untie me
I wiggle my toes oh so
very violently
my breathing is becoming
fast paced
i see a shadow
of a man
he is wearing an elegant hat
and a suit
seems like he has great taste
i hear clacking on my roof
he tips his hat to me
bows and jumps off
i hear something snap
like someone dropped
a frozen meat on the table
i try to move but i cant
all i hear is gurgling
and moans of a crying man
I hear a voice coming closer
to my window telling me
to wake up, wake up

im awake to the smell
of sweet and salty bacon
in the morning my mom is
calling me for break fest.

keep up the great work guise c: