Let's Talk Evil

“The Thin Line between Children and Evil Men”
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So often these days,
my mind wanders back
to my childhood,
when we played
incessantly,
wondering if
I could find
that magic again.
We burned toads,
pulled the wings
off of flying-things,
and stomped ant hills
after we magnified
them to a sizzling-death.
Secretly, I still want to throw
the neighborhood cat
into the drink,
watch it walk on water.
But, they’d have me
arrested for cruelty,
think I was crazy,
evil, possessed.
But I’d confess to them,
it’s just my childish dreams
screaming to be heard,
nothing less.

The Hall Of The Damned        


The scream of sheer death
it deflates your lungs
and rips out your breath  
it tears apart
the ventricles of your heart
like the demonic sounds
of a fallen angels harp
the evil flame forming faces
howl and burn mental ash traces
that lick your brain with hot pain
which lights up the dark
to show the insane
in their stark underworld  
of plughole down drain .


A soul stealing trident
Satan spiked and hell sent
tri pronged and wrapped  
in a serpent
stands arrow capped  
in an evil dominant
inside are trapped spirits of unrepent
and infinite , expirement
they ache for your
desperate , detriment
and life retirement .


So how can you be here
if your not dead yet
a demon leans near and says
this is what you might get
only fear if you gamble
and lose the bet
your soul so dear
shall be speared in an eternal net .


The hall of the damned
full of gone murderers that hanged  
now they're hell framed
their pictured in pain
forever tortured  
dead and inane
they cry out contorted  
faintly my name
as I leave Satans
emporium of reign
I know after this
that I'll play the right game
and never shall I diss
the lords name ever again
nor dare never shall I speak it
in vain .
 

Death,destruction,deceased forcing the D are all sporn of evil

you could see it all in her eyes,those eyes on mirror of all shadows even sorrow

but we can all tell who is evil you can see it in every evil persons gaze

Peddling his Pedophilia

His darkness wore a cloak
covered the diabolical depths
had I forseen what the dig would reveal
I would have run instead

He creeps under the guise
of good boy smiles, but delights
in games that redefine vile

Foul are his thoughts
his wants defy every notch of morality
even the lowest of standards rise
in superiority, next to his depravity

he'll pay, one day
as his victims do now
but, until then
little girls, look out

What's wrong with me? Who am I .....Nobody you say...Huh? That's okay , because when my hatred lead you into my room you'll soon be a nobody Come sit ...relax....look out the window enjoy the light.....as a matter fact go into if you Do as you please, because right before that angel reaches out her hand I'll grab you back and terrorize your mind and soul , she can't save you now

Imma go and let you work things out, but I'm going to help you the way I was never helped This chair will bee your support, and this loop....damn...this loop will secure you When you give up and the hollowness begins to spread consuming your morals hopes and beliefs I sugguest you give your support a break, and fall into secure arms Well unless you sit down like I did, but in this case you don't have that choice Look at that your offically a nobody

I slowly step back as you beg for air desperately Wait? What's that? Last time I checked nobodys didn' have voices they didn't deserve to walk or breathe on the same planet as you Neither do you

I sit in the corner and watch you put up a fight Dammit just give in I pull your legs and SNAP The sensation of that was rewarding

~Babes in the Wood~


Blindfolded and tied
I don't understand
we both really tried

To be good

Like young ladies
should
but here we are
left in the wood

Abandoned..



We drank some
whiskey
felt a little frisky
and killed a loved one

It was so much fun..

Nett crept up behind
and slit his throat
Im sure I saw
his soul float..

Blood gushed out
like ketchup from a
squeezy bottle
his breath
throttled
gargled blood

then

Silence..

We didnt mean
such violence

The sweet taste
of blood
left us satisfied.

In the woods
Our hands are untied

Footsteps on twigs
decend into the distance

We take off our blindfold
looking at each other
I give Nett my hand to hold..

His footsteps too slow
for us
he's caught
wrought with fear

Eyes fired up..

with the taste of blood
lingering on our lips
I feel his fear under
my fingertips

I pry each finger apart
until
I hear each bone crack

A thrust for his screams
orgasmic
Ooh he's ruptured his spleen

Two hot babes dancing
to his suffering
his body a bloody mess

This will teach you to
fuck with
the woods finest
criminal mindsets

Mmm... Karen hands me the screwdriver...

Its such a turn on
my body hums
a sickly song

Watching as she
ploughs
into his brain
Oh the pleasure
voltage is insane

Pulling the screwdriver
his gore still on top
Mmm how yummy
looks like a lollipop

Sticking out our tongue
we give it a lick
Mmm tastes nice
have we surpassed
sick?

No! says Nett

A girls gotta eat
and revenge
is such
a tasty treat


Yummyyyyy
ha..ha..haaa  

MALIGN WARLORDS FROM DRACO



Took all their apparel,
on the black market we sold it like cattle,
came to my outpost,
thinking they would have the code,
parked there boats on my coast,
and didn't leave with there soul,
messing with the Milesian beasts,
that soul feast,
with dark arts untold,
travelling through star gates channels of the nether,
immortals,
through portals,
faring the dark ethers,
this sector of the galaxy is under draconion dominion,
so i focus on invocation of the avataric condition,
theurgical gnosis usually arises suspicion,
the goal of these warlords is purely psychic scission,
entranced in visions,
being in swamps and humid regions,
with serpentine astral beings,
lush cosmic oasis I'm foreseeing,
black hearted,
not easily outsmarted,
devious and bold,
tales about my soul,
was told,
in the fables and lores of old,
grew vicious and cold,
to proportions untold,
swarthy and shadowy as crows,
beware of one who cant reap what he sows,
cause he'll easily take it out on his foes,
you want to talk shit or humble counsel,
gathering around the lay townspeople,
started talking some diplomatic shit than gunned down the sheeple,
got all u little star childs,
poisoned vaccined indexed and filed,
suppressed ancient memories,
electromagnetic psychic weaponry,
don't be testing me,
got my renegades,
in underground domains,
ready to surface,
to decimate all u earthly leaches with no purpose,
night mares lucid states dim memories,
of a barren world,
astral travel skim through centuries,
through the nether I'm hurled.

Death Art

The moon is my witness
as I weave the shade
I adore how the blood
shine's black in it's gaze

The victim of no consequence
a canvas for my blade
Stealing life with my art
influenced,by deep-seated rage

Warm stained hand's,lifeless eye's
the mouth's empty gape
Their last breath forever mine
a primal euphoric state

Sealed inside my blackened soul
a gallery of sin
death's art is always calling me
lusting for a masterpiece
to appease the monster within

Wow, wicked write DispleofLife.

PsychicApocalypse said:Wow, wicked write DispleofLife.

Thanks,I enjoyed yours as well. =)

Hollow Man

I had a talk with my soul one day, he told me he's in pain, that things I've been doing are driving him insane.
He begged and pleaded, sobbed and grovelled and used myself against me, he railed at the bars of his fleshy jail until I agreed to get over my soulful greed and let him step out for  air.

That glittery bastard ripped his way out, went through the door and never looked back.

Now I'm stuck with a gaping wound, a blood rimmed abyss that forms my core. We still have a bond, that shiny bastard and me, and I'll do whatever it takes to feed his wandering curiosity.

If he feels what i feel, let him feel what it's like to wrap your hands around a neck and look into eyes while the light dies. Let him hear the screams of women and children as they part ways with their skin, let him see what they think as they think of me and him while I scalp them.

I hope he enjoys the feel of an eye for an eye and the feeling of a gouged out eye in my closing fist. I tried and i tried, and now I've finally ruined him.

That once bright shiny bastard who'd thought he'd gotten away. Just look and see how much that one betrayal cost him. His former silvery self now forgotten as he sits in his own spluttering, feeble light and struggles to forget the end of what he started.

The Regular's drink

"Give me another."
But you've already had another.

"Fuck!

Another!"

"Okay, here have another."
Would you like it through a straw?

"What the fuck!

You offer me a straw?
A FUCKING STRAW?!

I'll take two."

"Fantastic! And what are these?"
Why those? Those are grenades.

"Pull the pin, would you?"

But of course.
"Now, cast it to the sun."

"But we are indoors?"

Precisely!
Cover your ears

"Well... shit!"
A GOOD EXPLOSION!

That fucking kid
his guts are in my drink!

"Oh, you're a regular are you?"

Fuck no?

But I'll have another!
This tastes good!

"We're out of grenades."

FUCK!
The bartender's been stabbed.

"Stabbed with a stake."

Right through the damn eye!

"Well... shit!"

There's a box
a box of grenades.

"Ah, regulars."

Im sick and twisted
dark and demented
evil thoughts cross my mind
most of these are all but one of a kind
thinking of death as a sweet release
it gives me a certain inner peace

Im sick and twisted
dark and demented
love hate and hating love
whispering sickened words from the heavens above
I bet you think im insane
have you ever steeped out in front of a train
the bloody guts it splatters up
just leaves the tracks a crimson red

Im sick and twisted
dark and demented
I think of humanity as a cruel disgrace
no matter what colour or race you may be
i think that mankind is a crude and disgusting mistake

cause all we do is take take take

Im sick and twisted
dark and demented

I will sit in the corner and laugh
for no reason
my mind is cruel and corrupt
so I will just sit here and wait for
your heart to burst or erupt

Im sick and twisted
dark and demented
I could not careless if you like me or not
im twitching here as my mind begins to slowly rot

my poetry is creepy and a little bit feared
odds are you probably think im a little bit weird

but there you go what you gonna do?

im not going to change myself...ask your self would you?