Make me live your nightmares

if you can make me live your nightmares I will personally make a book about everyone's posts. if you are incapable of scaring me I will post my level ten horror and lividness poem and see how many are terrified by it I warn you though, if you have any nightmares caused by my writings, I am truly sorry and I will help in any way I can. all my poems are free writing, except for my love and level 1-3 poems. so come and try your best, and the winner gets to have a private sneak peek at my new compilation of horror poems.

nice... I'm up for this one.
and perfect ending date too...
(one day after my birthday)
^_^

Scare. You cannot scare a man who wants nothing but to die. To someone who death is  a beautiful wounder. You, I doubt could scare me. For I have inflicted a pain upon myself no one ever could. A pain by the means of heating a blade and digging into ones skin. Into the same cut, open and bleeding, again, and again. No one can scare you as much as you can scare yourself. Believe it. I would laugh at Satan growling in my face, then spit in his.

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MY NIGHTMARE - THE MORNING FROM HELL



Dread preceded by waking nightmares
Wandering through a high rise one hundred floors high
Dressed inadequately in a nightgown
Only a flashlight shows me the way
As the elevators straighten then slant away
Something in the building
Has plans for me
I cannot get away
So I wander and hide
For eternity
Until a jolt brings me back
To Monday mornings' gloomy darkness
Off to ablutions, clear away the night sweat
Then dressing, and makeup - with a juiced carrot

Packed into the subway, so close to strangers
Closer than you would ever want to be
The ride takes forever, all off to downtown
Scurry like working rats, coffee is washed down
Arrive at eight, to an in-box that grew
Check the phone for voice-mails, of the parting
Emails have mounted, cover their asses
Memo on desk from my boss: Caligula
Evil regime - done with grace and flare
I am a pension prisoner, there for life
We all are, so she enjoys playing
One against the other, divide et impera

The she-devil wants to see me on Friday at four
She does this for laughs as faculty meetings
Start at two and end at four, then go on and on
Until we are defeated, but I must take another whipping
“Are you happy here,” she asks again and again
***No I am not your highness, I do it for the pain***

i have stopped feeling pain because of everything i have done to myself, since i was three, so go boast and brag to someone else man no disrespect intended, and also this is coming from a sadomasochistic sociopathic psychopath who has no greater wish but to feel pain again and then die again and again, my heart has stopped beating 12 times in a row and yet nothing stopped me from living

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"The Perfect Murder, That Is"

(DISCLAIMER: I would never actually do any of this... Lets just say I'm a bit twisted in the head)

My fantasy of a perfect crime
May hold something to be disdained
I have a far too morbid mind
An imagination to be ordained
By killers, that is

I made a list one bright day
Just to darkened the blue skies
I wrote down all the sadism
The torturous ways to say goodbye
By the victims, that is

Some are probably not original
In fact, most are definitely not
A throwback to medieval times
When corpses were piled to rot
By royalty, that is

Imagine being dragged to a place
An area quite hidden from view
Where all your pathetic screams
And pleas are useless to you
Funny to me, that is

Imagine a huge checkerboard out
But made of rusty razor wire
And being tied to the top of it
Rocks putting the weight you acquire
Cutting you up, that is

Or perhaps a slower method maybe?
I'll need a living plant of bamboo
Tie you to and keep you two watered
Till the bamboo grows over you
Suffocating you, that is

Maybe I could rip your nails out
Dip your fingers deep in a fiery acid
Sandpaper your skin till its raw
Laughing aloud because I'm wicked
Just for fun, that is

Ooh la la, so many cruel methods
Which one should I experiment?
Dare I say to electrocute or crucify?
Oh, your loved ones wail and lament!
Music to my ears, that is

So many ways, so many lives!
For a sadistic serial killer like me!
There could never be a flawless way
I'll kill you if you dare to disagree
For the perfect murder, that is

-- KittyFromHell

that is perfectly fine im a sadomasochistic sociopathic psychopath with adhd bipolar disorder ocd suicidal and homicidal tendencies rage and anger management and most likely schizophrenia and also a chance of blatant disregard for human life

My Demon

My demon is coming out.
I can't help but shout.
I've kept it pushed down
For so fucking long.
But the more these emotions pour,
The louder it's fucking  roar.
I can't keep it down any longer.
If he gets to the outer
World he'll rip me to fucking shreds.
He'll start ripping off heads.
He'll take over my fucking body
For the rest of eternity.
I've defeated him once before,
But he's coming back stronger.
I can't stop him again.
This time he'll win.
Now my body is his fucking shell,
And I'm burning in hell.

Twisted game

An unsteady scream
A terrible dream
A gun and a blade
Is this a game?
I grab the gun
The blade disappears
A second or two later a man appears
He runs at me and i see the blade
I pull the gun up and steadily aim
BANG the man hits the ground and vanishes
Brass knuckles and a bandanna appear
I grab the brass knuckles and wait
A man appears and grabs the bandanna
A dagger falls out
He picks it up and smiles
I smile as he lunged and sticks the dagger in my arm
I smile as i pull it out and throw it away
He wraps the bandanna around his fist
I smile and laugh when he squares off
He steps toward me and i laugh as i beat him to death

Since you acknowledge you might have schizophrenia means a less likely chance of having that and just having schizoid or schizotypal personality disorder. Most likely because I have it and that what I was told

The thunder rolled across the darkened sky
Children softly crying in the distance
The clock ticking as everyone hides
Saying their goodbyes
Just in case

12am
All goes black
I try to wiggle out of it
But no going back

The knives latch
Scratching against my back
Blood trickling down
I try to scream
But nothing comes out
But a faint sound

I say my prayers
Close my eyes
Too scared to even cry

I catch one glimpse of my killer
Big red eyes
Black flowing dress
They call her
Rynex
I'll be dead soon

The beating of my hearts slows down
She cuts a cross
Across a stone
Burries me
The beauty of life
Gone

Shreds

I'll rip and tear myself to shreds
claw my skin and slash my flesh
scratch my eyes and make them bleed
blind myself so I cant see


cast my brain in a chemical haze
and walk around in a fucking daze
murder my thoughts as they come to me
abortion through labomtomy


I'll vomit out this jagged pill
and hope it tears my throat to hell
make me choke on my own blood
because I've fucking had enough


for once I'll rip out my own heart
and slice that motherfucker apart
watch it die within my hand
just because I fucking can


all of this shit that I always feel
and all the wounds the never heal
all because I feel too much
and I really think I've had enough


I've had enough of all this pain
I carry around everyday
at some point it has to stop
before I become completely lost


so with my claws I'll shred my skin
I'll rip and tear my flesh again
with a scratch I blind my eyes
and make them bleed instead of cry


chemicals laced into my brain
will surely create a foggy haze
kill any thoughts that come to me
a self enduced labotomy


as for the pill thats in my throat
the one thats always made me choke
I will try to spit it out
and taste the blood within my mouth


into my heart I'll grind some salt
so the pain can be MY own fault
I've had enough of all this shit
the pain and hurt, im through with it


I dont want to feel it anymore
I want to be who I was before
even if that means I have to hide
within myself to survive


I'll push it back and mask my face
and cover up all my pain
ill dry my tears and blank my mind
and stop looking for what im trying to find


maybe everyone can be content
if no one will have to deal with it
the world can go about their lives
and I will be just fine!

run if you can


the darkness encompasses you
the mist surrounds you
you cannot see
you cannot breath
feel the silver at your through
penetrating  deep
a single drip
of blood down your neck
the fear and panic take
over your mind
your instincs kick in
you start running
but get no where
your mind goes blank
as numbness and shock
come to you
the knife shard catches up
first it slits
your wrist
the burning
the searing pain
then your other wrist
the pain doubles
you crash to the ground
on your knees
the blade is plunged
through your still beating heart
a slow and painful death
is now yours to keep
to late to scream help
to late to change
so good riddance
to the soul
of yet another
horrid man