Horror

One rule: must be relevant to horror.

The ball is in your court....

STRANGER

Safe inside your cozy home.
A stranger's eyes sneak through your window.
To watch you rest,and dress,and bathe.
Your life is artwork,for this stranger's gaze.
Through you he lives,and thrives unseen.
Through you comes true,his make believe.
If paths should cross,and you both touch.
In crowded rooms,should shoulders brush.
You may feel a familiar chill.
As felt before,when the night is still.
While just outside,that stranger breathes.
An emotional feast,on which he feeds.
Knowing it's just a matter of time...
A stranger no more,once you are mine.

[b]Dark Lover in a Camaro[/b]

Dark deeds unflawed by remorse
Nothing guilt touched nor sense
Murder of souls, deeded to devils
Or minions of the underworld
Have nothing to it indeed

This is the tale that I will tell
Of such dark deeds as yet untold
The house at the top of the hill
Where two women fair used to dwell
A man did come and stay one day

O but what a handsome man was he
He wooed and won the hearts
Of both the maiden in a row
The eldest during the consummation
Was fed a sleeping potion

It made her sleep all night you see
The potion was strong indeed
The younger he did lavish love
So fine and fun that she did scream
For more and more and many between

The leash off her maiden confine
She did enjoy
But when midnight came, he did transform
To a hideous beast he was
A cross of wolf, serpent and worm

He took her pleasure to the brim
Of madness with his expertise
He mated with her without and within
And in his pleasure he burst her in
Her seams all gone splattered on the wall

The gore and blood from her body
Drained on the floor with nothing to pick
A tired man he was when he transformed
And cleaned the floor of all the bloody trash
Next night the older woman woke

To an ardent lover all unrestrained
Lapping her up from head to toe
She was engulfed in passionate throes
Oh how she cried for more and more
Of the pleasure that went up and down

Her supple pretty body, so unclad
The owl did screech
The banshees scream
For when she reached her passion extreme
He turned to beast once again

Fed on her  with passionate ravenousness
That dawn did come with hollow light
The house on the hill was silent
A lone man drove away
Black clad in his silver Camaro
A smile on his face

staalker

want to take you to my basement
wait I don't have a basement
spose the disused railway will have to do
could kick a floor space out of the needles
kick it in the crib
you kicking my heart up notches
fuck the sweeping this sweepstake is high
lay me down on the leftover
wait you still tied up why
are you so quiet?
you want a sweet
you want a toy?
baby, baby, you're my favourite infant
could just eat you up could just suck that fuck
sit on it get it nice and rigid then make you shit
you were about hanging yourself anyway
baby give me your hangmans stiff
ok if i take it back with me just
for the lonely nights?

watching you strut you get in your car and i
note the time and the date
i just got a bad memory i swear to you
im no stalker
just want to hear you screaming while you get cut up by barbed wire
just want to feel your blood pump from a trembling vein
like letting the air out of a ballon frrrrp
and make my white tongue red
i like the way you glance in your mirror
i swear i just have bad eyesight that's why i got to wear these binoculars
every inch of those golden calves
i want to rip apart
not a stalker i pray you understand me
just want to tear my idol down

There is badness everywhere


I watched 'The Devil's Rejects'. I tried
not to think of you,
how once
you turned me
inside out,
how you licked the open wounds,
how you,
how you abused the vulnerability...
how you enjoyed yourself.
I count the cracks in the wall.
I aim to stop sinking in a room that is shaking,
to stop my mind breaking
on anal rape,
on what happened
and who I was.
I aim
to forget
the handcuffs,
the screaming,
the lack of anyone
listening
or the lack
of anyone
coming to stop it
- I can't remember
which is worse.
I blackout
my own weakness
- eat it,
spit it out.
There are shadows on the white walls.
I watched 'The Devil's Rejects'. I tried
not the think of you.

Is it the feeling of impending doom
when a stranger is in your room
Is it a prickly twing on the knap of your back
when someone is screaming tyed to a rack    
Is it when your face is to a gun from a robbers hand
barrel twitching in their palm-CLICK-your mind goes back to a distance land
Nothing like that compares to true horror,
not even the feeling of being boiled alive in water
Mind body and soul
two are destined for the coal
I'll gladly be placed on a meat hook in Hostel
If it will spare my soul; an eternity in Lifes water
what truly is horror- quertered by horses or slaughter,
You'll get what-naught from rot
if you choose to grow from a wicked thought
battered and beaten everyday i would stay
eating burning coals to keep my SOUL away
from true hell-true horror- i need to live it right each
   and every day
and if i fall, and i know i will,
the pressure of knowing, is, and most definatly will,
bring me crashing down, harder than an axe or a ton of gravel
Do you know what is more than horror
a thought that I might do this all for naught! Me, a dirty Rotter!
What if I'm wrong; some questions aren't answered
no books, no poems:even sages will mutter and stammer
I have no choice but to spin the wheel
If I get it wrong I truly hope I keel
Dying at that point would be a true pleasure
lest I keep digging my own hole to hell-that is true horror-
    Try to measure!

Diary of the Damned

Dear Diary,

There is another hanging tonight...

I'm unsure who it is...

No,no,no I know who it is

We gather in our usual scenery

Deep underground, where monsters dare to enter

Where the floor is made of bodies

And, where nightmares come to life...

It is our sinister kingdom of filth

And we love it...

This hanging is special for me

It was my turn to bring the rope...

Luckily, I'm prepared

I've been waiting so long for this opportunity

I'm not going to have it crushed, by forgetting the rope...

I see familiar faces

Some beautifully scarred, others burnt to the bone

They look at me with empty eyes, and turn away

They're heading for the gallows...

We are gathered now, in the gallows of our kingdom

The smell of rotting carcasses, fill my lungs

The deeper I breathe, the better it smells...

I walk up, and secure the rope

I put it around my neck...

I look amongst the crowd

A bloody seen flashes before me

Brains smeared on the ceiling,

Limbs scattered around

Hearts, snailed to walls

Then I jump...

This is all we damned want, since the day we are born...

Salvation...

Unborn

They don't know it yet, but I'm coming

Right now I'm smaller than a penny

Sorry, that I take your food mommy

But, I need it...

As I grow and grow

I can't wait

Till the moment I finally come...

Mommy why do you drink that stuff

It makes me feel dizzy...

My hands feel numb and my body tingles

I just can't wait to see you though...

Ouch, mommy what are you doing?

I see a bright light and everything is bloody

I'm scared mommy...

I'm so scared...

Now, I don't feel anything

And all I wanted to do was see your face...

http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/288/d/8/lucifer_by_darrrko-d5huz1y.jpg          



                The Godplayer


He went out of his house
In the darkness of the night,
With a rod in his hand;
He is not telling anyone the reason
But I know he is out to kill....

A poor homeless kid, with timid eyes
Was shivering on the streets alone,
When he saw a man in black coat
Approaching towards him slow.
He didnt know, he is coming to set him free,
And before he could raise his voice,
His eyes and nose went red because
a poker had struck his face.

And the man started sprinting towards the
end of the road,
When he was caught by cops on his trail
And he was knocked senseless.
His eyes opened in front of the jury
Who were sitting with a stern face,
And explained to him the extent
to which his crime was grave.

He heartily laughed out,
Saying he didnt do anything vile,
All he did was that he freed the child.
He said, "Life was disgusting for that
poverty stricken kid, who is so thin,
I couldn't have played better, but to free him.
My name is Lucifer and you cant make me stay,
For God has chosen me, and I have a game to play."

My capture...Sofia's story ! extreme content !

Such a beautiful sunny spring day. A walk seemed like such a refreshing idea. People often tell you not to walk alone, you
just never know what could happen and there is safety in numbers.
I tried to find someone to walk with me, but none of my friends were around. Deciding not to waste the beautiful afternoon, I set out for a leisurely stroll.
The view of the mountains is outstanding, and the cool lake beckons one to jump in a take a swim. A person could not ask for a more perfect day. I stripped to skinny dip since no one was around. Wanted to keep my clothes dry so I laid them on a rock. The water was incredible, so perfect I lost myself in my enjoyment.
That is when everything changed. I heard several snapping noises, which startled me. Quickly scanning the area, I didn't see anyone. Just as I exhaled the breath I had been holding, I saw him. He came from behind a big thick oak tree. As he approached me, the hair on the back of my next stood up. He was a good looking man but there was something is his eyes. Something cold. I tried to go for my clothes before he got to me, and he sped up his advance. He reached me before I reached my clothes and grabbed me by my arm, gently at first but as I tried to retreat, his grip became stronger, almost to the point of pain.
I was in a panic. I was trembling from both fear and the chill of my wet naked body. Without a word, he pulled me to him, kissed me hard and threw me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
I pleaded with him to put me down, to tell me where he was taking me and what he planned. He ignored my pleas, briskly walking toward someplace I was sure I didn't want to go.
Noticing a van at the edge of the woods, I started thrashing, kicking, scratching...anything I could to try to get away.
I knew that if he got me to that van I could end up anywhere. As I fought to get off his shoulder I could feel him laugh. It seemed he enjoyed "a little fight" in his women, and fight I did. It was no help though, he was much too strong. This man actually sat down on a stump, bent me over his knee and spanked me like a child until I cried like one. He said "we could have done this without the spanking" then laughed out loud as I sobbed. "You made this harder for yourself by fighting me, but thank you. I rather enjoyed that myself" he said. Crying hysterically, I hoped he would let me up, but he didn't. He started to rub my aching ass. Then to my horror, he held me down with one hand as he fingered me with his other. I tried so hard to wiggle away and he walloped me again, harder than before. Blood dripped from my lip
because I had bashed it on his leg as I tried to fight him. How could this be happening to me. What would this man do to me next. Before I had the chance to finish that terrifying thought he stood, bent me over and fucked me from behind. Like a wild animal he fucked me with a rage I had never felt. Hurting, crying, begging. I felt like I couldn't breath he pounded so hard. He pulled out of me and I gasped for air. Without any warning he slammed back into me but this time he took my ass. Viciously he probe me where no other had ever before. It hurt, the more I cried the more he liked it. Would it ever end. He used me over and over. Bit me. Hurt me. Violated me with no regard for my well being what so ever. This was not a man, he was more animal. I know I bordered on consciousness, as he grabbed me by my hair put his shirt over me and dragged me the rest of the way to his van. A voice in my head screamed for me to fight, do something, get away. I wanted to but I had nothing left. No strength, no will, he had broken me and I just wanted this to end.
The last thing I remember was being told that I was a "hot little diversion" for his day, but that it was time to "turn me in for training". Training! What is training, what does that mean? Where is he going to take me? What will happen to me next? Training?

             ***(part one of Sofia's story)***
  the next exert in this tale...My training...soon to come

Here is the first part of my two-part horror epic "Cottage of the Damned" series:

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/84272-cottage-of-the-damned/

Here is the second part of my two-part horror epic "Cottage of the Damned" series:

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/84528-beyond-the-cottage-of-the-damned/