murder

alright you sick twisted fucks!! I want you to send in your sickest murder ever i only have one rule. NO MERCY

Him

He talks, and talks, and talks
And never shuts the fuck up
He tempts my anger and makes me want to do cruel things to him
He makes my blood boil with anger
If only he knew I wanted to take his heart out and burn it to a crisp
If only he knew I wanted to take his soul
If only he knew I wanted to feed his body parts to my dog
Yes feed his body parts to my dog
One by one
Piece by piece
So he can watch my every move
If only he knew how much I wanted to kill......
HIM!

good start. remember. no mercy. no care. no holding back

Can we post more than one?

feel free to post as many as you wish

I was sitting very still, blood dripping from my nails.
As i was watching out my window at the water and the sails.
When i gazed upon a familiar face
i remembered our ancient meeting place.
Now the pain was on its way up my coat
all i could feel was dread and hope.


when someone walked in and grabbed my throat
I struggled and pulled but it was no use
i knew it was my time to die,
but then someone walked in and killed the guy.
they walked over to me, and i screamed Clarissa!
the thought of her
made me ache in pain


i sat up straight and felt the pain awake.
i knew i was a serial killer,
but i rather die in hell then on earth with a gal.
the women sighed and lifted me up
she then started punching me in the gut.
i knew i was dying


when  i heard the sirens
i thew the women against the wall
i stumbled out the window
when i knew i was going to fall
every bone in my body broke
this is when i started to choke


i felt the pain the gruesome pain
now i knew in life i had no gain
upon this day i knew death await
When i finally drew my last breath,
i knew it was my time to go to rest.
here my body lay for the best.

The floor was red
My body had bled      
the tile was cold
I had a hole
inside my chest
its time to rest

I screamed inside
but only one hears
please take away my fears
This man walked up
with my blood in a cup
He poured it on my face

he opened his gun case
he grabbed the gun
i know i'll never see the sun
he thinks this is so much fun
he pulled the lever
he had severed my brain

i didn't want to die in vain
i fell out the window sill
i landed flat on a hill
i scrambled to my feet
i hurt all over from concrete
I ran to the town

The pain weighed me down
Each step got harder
my body felt larger
the blood was dripping
i kept on tripping
i drew in one last breath

i was now so wreathe
i closed my eyes
my soul had rised
to hell i died…..

IN THE DARK(BLINDMIND'S PARANOIA) M:ONSTERS@iNk
In the dark
There lies a rigor mortis of a corpse
Lurking near a sadistic serial killer
with no REMORSE
He wears a sadist cloak of pain
Looking at the blood stained
Clothes as he strips the body nude
Cutting off limbs for his Dog's food
The rest gets a shallow grave
About 200yrs deep into the Everglades
A harden heart♥ makes a brutal sadistic
Blood spiller
A NATURAL BORN KILLER
No hero in this thriller
So be careful
Especially not to venture
Into a secluded wooded park
at Dusk or
IN THE DARK←m:ONster/INk

fuckin A. you poeple are good, but there is still a while to go, let out your sickest one ever.

Killing the competition

To the one who hosts competitions...
Which bastard gave you the right?
I wouldn't listen to your rules even if you paid me.
Nor would I let you tell me how I would write my poem.
I could write something totally not related to your competition and submit it.
Maybe I'll fuck your girlfriend and let you read about how it went.
She didn't take your name when she came(just so you know)

Who said you could take such liberties?
I'm gonna bash your head in with an exhaust pipe
And when it dents and gains a sharp edge I'll start scrapping your eye with it
Just one, I want you to see...
You wanna host competitions, do ya? meet my little match
Ever wondered how a lit match feels in your nostril?
If i sparked it and let the gunpowder catch flame in your nose, how wonderful would that feel?
Listen here Mr. you asked for this by hosting it... there's no backing out now...
I still have a few things to run you over with.
Anal umbrella? no splash guard? ugh... too messy...
Ah my favorite! the serpent's tongue.
For that I'll first have to break your jaw, then hold your tongue out
Then I'll stretch your tongue out with clamps and slice it right down the middle
Such a fitting exercise. For you.
You have become what you really are.
I'll leave your manny parts intact... I know how we are when It comes to those.
I will tell you though, you won't be able to use em ever again... sorry about the irony.

Lets get down to business, shall we?
I hate you. You know why.
I'm gonna inject you with a pain enhancing serum.
Then I will administer XXXX XXX
It's an ancient technique of entertaining someone.
Dating all the way back to almost 900 AD
It was banned, sadly, in the last century.
Anyway, you're lucky I have knowledge of this
It won't spoil our fun... lets start with the obvious places
Eye lids, lips, ears, finger tips, toes, arm pits, the nipples, the wrists....etc....
You shouldn't bother keeping count, that's my job
But I highly doubt you'll even live past number 233.

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wrote this for another comp... but that one got capsized... guess you can enjoy it now

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/139949-killing-the-competition-to-be-deleted/

A song of violence

I watched you swallow
your apple rode a ghost train,
descended into your crypts
 
your scarlet pupils twitched
blood sang through the cortex
and swelled behind blinds.
 
I've never seen knuckles
turn such shades of blue,
the grey left your body
 
to mingle with spectrums
kaleidoscopic gods
that screamed into your ear.  
 
Your sweat was drugged with fear
a hammer-smashed face
a crow in the oak tree
 
memories that buried themselves
under small mounds
in lone, empty parks.  
 
Your hands wrapped  
around my throat,
you shivered with death
 
having walked through the door
to print blood on my face
knowing hearts will beat again.

Thought you said this wasnt murder
Hahaha its not its (suicide)
She dscreamed as I cut her
into thousands of pices
with only a pearing knife
Let me hear you
I am not playing with a doll
Thaqt was murdered a week ago
But wait you said this wasnt murder
Its not its  (suicide)
He ran away with only one leg
the other lies in the hall way where
I ate it to the core
~Murderous thoughts~

She cried and cried
And asked where...
Where her mommy was
I told her she committed suicide
I took her slowly to her head twirling
around and around the fan
Hahaha I am not cruel just a muderer
I promise I would never heard a fly
Can I help you
I can kill you
But ill make it a suicide

Those Eyes

Those eyes!
I can’t get them out of my mind
the first time she looked up
smiling at me from that park bench
I was smitten
Damn! What a word
but that’s the effect
those eyes had on me
causing me to use words
that no one uses anymore
I immediately sat down beside her
for fear I would
be throw to the ground
for surely my legs no longer existed
because I was flying
I stared straight into those eyes
the whole time we made small talk
so perfect
they literally twinkled with delight
they smiled
they smiled just for me
there was no way I could live without them
I summoned all my charm
but in the end it paid off
she agreed to have dinner with me
I would cook for her
her favorite meal
she was so delighted
and the true light shown in those eyes
I shared my address
she promised to be there promptly at 6pm
there was no hesitation
and the truth burned bright in those eyes
I was at first hesitant to part
but I trusted those eyes
after a quick trip to the grocer
all the ingredients were assembled for our meal
the perfect wine
the sweetest dessert
everything was prepared
the table set
and I had found the perfect jar and lid
spending the rest of the early evening
peeling the label
washing the jar and lid
until it no longer smelled of vinegar
then I found the perfect spoon
a long handled one for stirring tea
it’s tapered handle would allow
the perfect grip and leverage
I would need to scoop
out those perfect eyes
placing them one by one
into the their new home
a place of honor on the window sill
overlooking the backyard
greeting me each evening
as I come home
placed so the last rays of the setting sun
bathed the jar
setting off those perfect eyes
their radiant light filling the whole room
yes, they will be the perfect addition
to my bay window
and there’s the doorbell
exactly on time
those eyes!