Dark and Horrifying

Monster
And as I watch with blood red eyes.
Seeking the creature soon to be my prize.
For it is my family's cries that in the end I begin to despise.
Not out of anger or spite.
The ones I hate are you an I.
Face to face with the putrid demon.
Now no one is sure what to believe in.
Feeling lost and alone.
Wandering in the depths of the unknown.
I find it strange this place seems like home.
Questioning is there an ounce of my life that I myself truly own.
Drowning in my pool of self loathing.
The darkness all of a sudden foreboding.
Not sure which direction I am going.
They say I hold some significance.
Whether or not there is such a thing as existence.
Defeat this hell beast for survival of mankind.
Seems a task more suitable for one with a stable mind.
The overpowering need my family does so scream.
All I can do is try for this power I must see in me.
Hoping to change this end I foresee.
They are all dying so this bitch I will make bleed.
The chaos and mayhem is silenced around me.
The only sound now...a single heartbeat.
Confusion is slowly fading.
Filled to the rim can't stop this hating.
This image only I am creating.
Their souls were really mine for the taking.
My eyes no longer blind.
No corner untouched by light.
Now it's clear this was never "you and I".
All a nightmare even enemies eyes.
For it is I they fear.
Why they shed pointless tears.
The ending becoming all to clear.
Their bodies thrown here and there.
Blood splatter is everywhere.
Awaiting my impending doom.
For their lives were all taken too soon.
I refuse to fight...I have too much shame to complain.
For this horrid tragedy I fear, it is only I who is to blame.

   

Trip around the sun



Full circle around the sun
I come back to the place they left me
Alone and bleeding
To die

Returning to this place unexpectedly
Running every chance I get at some semblance of normality
“Are you mentally stable” you ask me

How can I be?
When I always make that journey
Around the sun
And come back to the place they left me
Alone and bleeding
To die

But I didn’t or did I

Maybe this journey that comes back to me
Forces me to be
The one that leads you to believe
That I am that bright happy light

The one you want to steal, to penetrate, to consume, to cage
But never to keep

The half of me that pretends to be
The half of me that faces the sun

You turn away and say, “Are you in your right mind?”
There really is no possibility
How can there be

When they left me alone and bleeding
After what they’d done to me

How can there be anything but the surety
Of the trip around the sun

"The Close Shave"

He stares into the mirror  
he doesn't like what he sees  
age has taken him  
his action will betray him.  

He removes his bath robe  
and grasps the shiny metallic blade  
he proceeds to shave every part  
of his body hair  
it falls to the floor  
like feathers in the morning breeze.  
soon he will be able to feel.  

He is naked  
he grabs scissors  
pulls at his greying locks  
strand by strand his hair  
leaves his head like a old  
friend leaving for battle.  
he takes the blade  
now his brother in arms  
and glides its sharp form over his head  
faster, and faster, harder and harder  
he pushes the blade through the soft  
spongy flesh upon his head.  

Crimson rain drips into the sink  
shaking hands with the dirty water  
that had already taken residence  
he smiles.  

He begins to glide the blade over his face  
first the chin, then the neck, followed  
by the top of his lip  
faster and faster harder and harder  
his face becomes mush  
red raw a ghastly shade of crimson  
spays over the white exterior  
the tiles and the bath mat have joined  
the red color scheme of the waiting  
room in hell, finally he can feel.  

He marvel's at himself,
he is a shadow  
of his former self,
Unrecognizable  
who am i? he wonders
"i could be anyone"
he ponders.  
Fear takes over the drivers controls  
what has he done?,
what has he become?  
what would his children think?  
there will be no picnics at the park  
no more days out.  
he weeps, his tears join that of the  
cascading blood from his face.  
he leans back and with the full force  
of gravity and movement, at his disposal  
headbutts the mirror in front of him,  
broken glass cut the already mutilated form  
he fall to the floor  
at last he can feel!  

He awakes to find his face intact  
his body hair still grows in the right places  
was it just a dream?  
or a close shave indeed!

The Deadliest Sin

"An electric fence surrounds me
Only I can see
Self-imprisonment
Wrist covered in scars
I blame the handcuffs
Bread and water my meals
Ribs cry out for help
My stomach screams for mercy
I’m on death row
Desire to live, forbidden
Physically alive, mentally dead
I’m blinded by love
The deadliest sin
Faith is suicide
I pray to the devil
He knows my pain
God left me for dead
Jesus watched him, with a smile
Love, dreams, faith
Crimes of the soul
Unforgivable
Memories haunt me like prey
Life is a nightmare
Death an endless dream
I wait in line"

melaniesolone(c)2013

“Quiet Chimps and Lying Governments”
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We worked top secret,
had security clearances
out the yin yang,
would sing
out loud,
sarcastically,
patriotic-songs.
In the lab,
we would
smoke and joke,
take jabs at the
Feds,
slap high-fives,
make monkey-jokes,
some government  
we had.
Wasting millions,
injecting poor animals,
vx1, vx2 & vx3
in special-order,
then
in random-combinations
thereof.

Yes,  
we had lambs,
we had cats & dogs,
white doves,
but  
the baboons  
were the best.
Most would froth
at the  mouth.
It was hysterical  
watching
their eyes bug out,
they’d  
go ape-shit  
for a tiny bit,
spin around
with their
arms held up
in the air,
then keel
over,
stone-cold dead.
Some would bleed  
from all orifices,
nothing spectacular,
actually,  
it was quite sick,
sad buggers.

It was no joke when
the test-simian  
“Abe”
broke the rope,  
savagely-bit
Dr. Rufus Ryan, PHD  
on his moustached-lip,
a nasty jagged-wound,
his kisser needed  
major-stitches,
tragically.
Things exploded
like the Fourth of July,
all the bells and whistles
went off,
the glass doors slammed shut,
alum-windows rolled up,
we were on  
high-security
lock-down.
I mean it was  
quarantine-time,
‘Q-T’  
meant trouble,
you see.

We were sweating bullets,
could be here for days,
maybe weeks,
even a month.
Shit,
I had tickets for the show,
a hot date.
But, that would  
have to wait,
we had more  
serious-things  
to think about,
like mutant-diseases,
exotic biologic-strains.

Everyone  
backed away  
from the startled-doc,
you could see  
he was nervous,
kept looking up
to watch the wall clock,
the hands ticking.
Nothing happened at first,
then  
all of the sudden,
things got much-worse,
he ripped his eyes out,  
threw them on the floor,
grabbed a scalpel
and
cut his tongue out,  
threw that on the table.
Next, he started  
dancing the jig,
bounced off the walls,
snorted like a pig,
looked like
a monkey  
eating a cupcake,
unstable.
Most of  
the test-subjects  
started screaming  
maniacally,
the raged-doctor  
had certainly worked  
them into a frenzy,
inside their  
wired-playpens,
they hung  
from the rungs.
But strangely,
the chimps remained  
insanely-quiet,
as if they knew  
something we didn’t.

When the professor
got on all fours,
his intern Charlie Chau  
made a fast break,
he ran straight by me,
tried to open the door,
but,
he didn’t make it,
slipped on the slick floor.
Quickly,
the infected physician
was on him,
pulled his heart
right out
through the throat.
I never saw blood  
squirt like that,
it was gross,
sickening,
poor kid.
Still, the chimps
remained silent,
just looked at  
the heart-less body  
heaped in the
middle
of the crimson-tile,
reviling.

Nobody moved  
after that,
not a single toe  
or  
even a pinkie,
it was creepy,
so surreal.
The chimps just  
looked around
the room,
lips pursed tightly.

As still as a mouse,
I cried to be home,
with my wife all alone,
texted on my phone,
“I’ll be late for dinner!”
My mind was reeling
with deep inner thoughts.
Man,
this job was stressful,
and  
incredibly
dangerous to boot,
they said,
Be all you can be
in the mysterious-world  
of weaponized-biogenics!”
Such dishonest suits
with ties,
so pathetic,
unwise.

But,  
more than  
any of that
nonsense,
I found out  
the real reason  
why the chimps  
had been so quiet,
they were  
totally  
deaf
&
mute.

Oh,  
how flipping cute,
the government  
freaking lied
to us technicians
again.
Sadly,
it’s
nothing new!

暗い悪夢****kurai akumu

Dance dance to thy evil song
We all must sing and play along
But to self and by own must make a lead
To make your own egocentric breed
Killing me softly with the various doubts
Not knowing at all what this is about
My little light that's left in me
I have to find out what ye it ot be
Sketch the picture and draw it well
Morphine in all is my inadequate spell
Swap crop and Dance once more
Till the sun dies out and melts to core

La la la Tsuyoi   Tsuyoi
kurai akumu..
Umi no shizukua.  

To the melody once has gone no more
Evil she is we all just see
It's plan and simple it must be
But must she die this dreadful way
In her grave we all watch her in place she lay
No longer have light in the dark room
revolting of all floats the tumb

versus  leap like the rock on thou art to wreck
A part of you has grown in her what did you expect?
No longer this melody repeats the play
Knees and hands children pray.

She sought her soul she could not see
she fought the god preached by thee

questions whispered with made trees fall
but if ye lack love thou art shall call

so fantasy and dreams may never come true
this girl was the akuma deep within you

Dance dance to thy evil song
We all must sing and play along
there is no light thats left in she
to find out what happened we ot to see

-Kumiko yamamoto

"Scissor People"

Come for me in my slumber
the night terrors cometh
cut copy and paste
the scissor people snip around blunt edges
flesh as delicate as paper
splits like seams on a well worn skirt
rusty metal catches the light,
but just for a moment
no warning of any kind.
rust rubs against bone
its sinister intentions
fully realised.
snip, snip, snip
a cut above the rest
tell my folks i love them
i tried my very best.
the scissor people have taken me
transplanted me to somewhere new
call me a "flat Stanley"
my name revealed and true.
reality as I know it ceases to exist
whiteout consumes the last flickering flame of hope
the scissor people have taken me
snip, snip snip,snip snip.

Sweats

Optic nerve severed
leaving velveteen
eyes out of bone
sockets to wander
downs black under
cover of bloated
maggots laughing
in time to a heart
pumping in a frenzy
of shame and fear.
Foreskin blisters
behind the cinderblock
garage where darkness
is sworn to secrecy.
 

The Beast of the Night
In the Darkest of the night
Roams a beast of uncertain doom
One created only to cause fright
Created by a man filled with gloom.

He stalks the streets, looking for fresh meat.
Using acute senses of sight and smell.
Escaping him would be such a feat.
You cannot kill him, the beast of Hell.

He can sense your pain
He can feel your heart.
Seeing him will not keep you sane.
Watching you in agony, is his favorite part.

Once he has targeted you
There is no escape
You will know your time is overdue.
You will heard his claws begin to scrape.

You won't know when you'll die
Only how you will go.
It will hurt so much, you won't even cry.
You will feel your blood begin to flow.

Your body will not be found
Your guts will be scattered on the street.
Your death and screams will make not a sound.
The smell of Death will rise like heat.

Your friends will find your remains.
They will cry as long as the Earth spins.
They will slowly go insane.
Always knowing that Death always wins.

On the fifth day of your death, you shall rise.
You too will stalk the night.
First you'll kill your family, catching them by surpise.
Then you'll kill your friends, destroying their eyes of all light

After you're sure they're all dead.
You too will grow fangs and claws.
Your old self will begin to shed.
Your power will not have any flaws.

Your skin will become rough,
Horns will grow from your head.
Your body will become tough.
Your blood gets filled with lead.

But your story doesn't end.
His army will continue to grow
Wounds of the broken will never mend.
The evil's eyes will begin to glow.

So then The End will begin.
The world will go into a forever nightmare.
Never to be sane again.
His plan will finally begin so, BEWARE!!