Dark Writers Glory

HEARSE

Venomously, she smeared
The guilt all over his face
Dagger through the veins
Cold cut slithered silence
Of death there was no trace
Toothless, smiling, or was it a cry?
The straightjacket around her
Made the wallpaper sigh
Blood of my blood
Suicidal symphony
Her skeleton fingers still cling
To the rusted copper red stained knife
A shivering vibration, last rite convulsions
"Diabolical!" she cried
That faint forgotten frail last moment
Before she died

Deserted Heart

What apparition is this, that appeareth to me  
In this swelteringly hot desolation?  
It appears that her face is a shining oasis  
A poor lonely travelers' salvation  
   
But do I risk becoming bones  
Amongst these dry foreboding stones  
For something that may not actually be  
But product of insanity?  
   
Or do I keep on heading east  
Through the paths of ravenous beasts  
Who's gaping mouths and sharpened jaws  
Lie waiting for my slightest pause?  
   
Or do I make my journey west  
In my hopes of finding rest  
I'm hopelessly lost, I must confess  
The truth is hardest to digest  
   
Still I keep my steady tread  
Though my feet may feel like led  
There should be rest just up ahead  
Some solace in a nice warm bed  
   
Reality is fading fast  
And my mind is fleeing south  
Thinking I found the fount at last  
I shovel sand into my mouth  
   
When the travelers heading north  
See my bloated, sand filled corpse  
They will stop, and they will start  
To mourn for my deserted heart

This one I wrote a few months ago, and I guess it could be considered "dark" in the sense of the foreboding gruesomeness of crucifixion:



Gethsemane


If there was any other way,
But there is no other way;
Abba, Father, take this from me,
This path
And where I must follow it to—
Golgotha.

They can’t even see;
They slumber,
Peter, John, the others,
While the Cast-Out One circles around me
Invisible to them,
Even if they were awake.

“Son of Man!
You could have had it all—
All that I could have given you
If you had only turned the stones to bread,
Or commanded your angels to your side,
Or bowed down before me.
But you spat upon it
As I spit upon you, now”

The Accuser of the Brethren,
The Angel of Light—Deceiver
Is upon me.
Ah, Judas,
What you will do….
In betrayal by a gesture
Meant to be used for love;
The kiss.

“How are you feeling, now,
Son of Man?”

He tried to force me in the desert,
To show who I really am
Before the appointed time;
Who do you say I that I am?

I would not sell out
And I sweat beads of red,
My veins constricting under the agony,
Then dilating
To release the blood,
That shall no sooner heal than spill from me.

“And so you shall bleed
Son of Man.
Do you know why they break the legs
Of those condemned?”

It is to hasten death—
Suffocation comes
Lest one push up with their legs
To gasp a breath, crucified.
Broken legs can’t push;
Peter, if you knew this,
Would you still deny me, thrice?

“The spikes are ready,
And so am I……”

I am ready, Father,
Yet I am not ready.
Gethsemane, comfort me
In the shadow of the Mount of Olives
As I begin the walk
Down the crossroads of eternity;
The road of the Cross,
The price for Creation,

For I am the Alpha and the Omega,
The first and the last;
I am the resurrection that is the Christ.

I AM.

I don't usually write dark.. But my nephew had been found drowned in a pool on may 8th 2014..so I wrote this as in his perspective I suppose.....

Dark Waters
I lay me down in the water's dark, cold filling up my lungs...
The abyss of death has come to claim my fragile soul and I can't fight it's claws...
My young life I breath no more, black are my lips, skin cold and blue, my heart no longer beats red blood into my veins...
They pull me out, yet I watch the panic, they scream my name, yet I can not speak...
Push air, pound against my chest, shake me like a doll, smack my cheeks, turn me over nothing makes the cold run away...
I see the man in white, he's calling my name, I see his smile but I see them in the insanity...
Questions of what to do I am only a child?
They shed tears but why not before, say I love you, but I never knew...
I fell into this trap I did not see, it looked like fun to me!
The man in white is nice and warm, holds my little hand, keeps me from fear of the dragon beside me...
But I wonder if the dark place will take them too...
Lights flash I'm going fast, cold again I do not understand...
Convulse with pain, packed in ice and high above the tree's...
Choking I can not breath, alone but people all around, echoes of thumping screaming in my ears...
I can't move,I feel numb and tired, needles pushing under my skin and the dragon waits to finish me off like a treat...
Man in blue makes my body jump, I burn from inside my heart but it pumped, one..two...stop..............code blue I hear him say, another burn and my chest heaves like a mountain...
Pump, pump...I feel my blood move again, will I survive? The dragon hisses not this time, claws latching onto on skin; I feel it ripping me open again...
A final burn and I'm back inside, a cold body that's paralyzed, coma induced to still my brain... I think aloud hoping someone can hear me, but no reply! Pushed in and out of machines that look like giants, swallows me up with dark loudness... I am alone again and pain is pressing my head like a car in a crusher...
Sleep never comes but yet they say, I Dont see or hear, I'm just a shell...
Please Dont let me stay in this tormented place...
Alone I am still in the dark water!!

By: RFuller 5/8/14

Miscellaneous

I’m strewn around this place limbless legless beheaded
but my heart remains in my flesh, and my soul. . .my soul
lingers over the remains of this unfeasible torso as I lay across
this slab, my viscera a buffet of fragments resembling colours in a
Monet landscape portrait all puree as if someone had stuck my brain
into a blender creating a splendid vision locked in transgression as
the sea of tranquility etched in the moon brings about events of
cataclysmic proportions within the relentless of my dismembered body
because it desires to embrace life and death, to envelope around the
necessary of our counterparts, to guise to heed to respire to savor. . .
oh how that sea of tranquility awaits me awaits me awaits me
just to be the death of me the death of me the death of me  

night terrors

Awakened when the dog started barking
Awake and cannot move
Paralyzed and fully conscious
By unseen weight on top of you
 
Something large begins to stomp
Stomping down the hall
Your bedroom door is beat to hell
And beatings on the wall
 
Shadows in the corner
The corner of your room
Animated and moving free
Reaching out to you
 
They slip and slide their bodies black
Slither on your sheets
From the floor the beatings continue
The dog runs in retreat
 
Sudden silence and your body moves
You sit up in the dark
You think this whole thing was just a dream
Until the dog begins to bark

Where do I begin...I love dark stuff but it'll be all over, in it for the fun.

Little miss muffet down in her grave
For that spider came and came
I think I like nursery rhymes but mine are insane
"Hey little boy blue, how's about a game?"

Come near and far to listen to this horn
It summons the Devil
And the angels to burn
Come on let's watch and learn

Little bo peep who killed her sheep
Not one tear just the Jeff stare
And a grin "go to sleep"

Little Jack horner sat in his corner
Cutting his wrist away
'What a good boy I've been"
He repeated to constantly say

My nursery rhymes aren't so meek
Nore as mild as the rest
My mind is going wild
Even more than the crowds
But I'll be ok
I hope your children are too..

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UNDERNEATH THE MOURNING STAR

(THE TRAGEDY OF GOD-CROSSED LOVERS)
 
 
I spied Faith sitting upon a rail.
Fair hair in the wind,
Watching the ships set sail.
Whispers from her wonder if
She’ll ever see me again,
As I sail off into the rift.
 
Gone to fight in God’s own war
Clad in celestial armor,
I go to break the door.
Of things so vile and beneath
Us, the holy army.
We will crush them under our feet.
 
     In Heaven, God looked upon Faith.
     And saw that without me,
     She was but a wraith.
     And sadness filled His heart.
 
Between the battles, I dream of her.
Sitting there so lonely,
Drawing her picture in the dirt.
Falling leaves remind me of the time
Of splendors and apples.
Before sin was a crime.
 
       Here in His kingdom sat one so blind
     To the love that shone
     But then Faith was still mine.
     A forbidden affair in His home.
 
In the heat of Battle I threw down their King.
Their morale was broken
And enemy horde felt the sting.
I proclaimed my victory for God’s glory
And headed for home
To Heaven, to tell the story.
 
     Word spread to the Lord of my win
     But He was full of envy
     For in His house Faith and I sinned.
     In His eyes there were many.
 
Sat her down in comfort.
Then told her about my doom.
She wept upon the shoulder of the Lord.
But him it was just
Another player knocked off the board.
 
There she stood on top of the stairs
And the air was so thick with despair.
Her stricken heart set to un-tune her,
And grief poured forth to consume her.
With one last pull of the heart strings
She cast herself from the spire
And the cold night air was lit up with fire.
 
     God was then struck with a rage
     And barred me from the chamber floor.
     I was to be condemned in a cage
     And I looked into the face of mistrust
     Once filled with just, but nevermore.
 
“Cast me, Father, as you cast her out!
Throw me from your heart!”
And thus, I lashed about.
“I have lost Faith to her doom!”
The, I, The Morningstar
Cursed God from Heaven to distant moons.
 
     And He said,
 
     “Her pride for you kept her so fair.
     Your death by my word led to despair.
     I cast you out, into the dark.
     Let the lash of her death leave a mark.”
 
And so I fell
Through fire and earth.
To rule beneath
A new rebirth.
And still I search
For where she burned.
I have looked afar,
From Hell to Earth.
I am still The Mourning Star.  

Necromania and the suicidal trance poem

Unveil my happenings
And comprehend the truth
That the darkness is not what terrifies me and you

Make me empty and vacuous of Morality’s descendants
I beseech thee my lord to leave me flinching
And cringing beneath the light of suicide like vengeance

I fear not the deadly hate
That consumes my spring
But this is the day I do scream
For love to leave me
As god of the Beneath

Listen to the trees
And read with me
The taste of nation’s suicides
Written on all my fucking lies

Leave me alone
To live at home
And pretend to deem it more than stone
I use daily to consume my soul
As if to win it back from Satan’s throne

Darkness is what I call home
But home has sewn my lips together
In fear of my turbulent weather
That bows to the gods of burning feathers
And a phoenix that does not rise

Consume me
And pray for the potential
To bring back the ugly
I left so gratefully
In closets that follow me

I am the hollow tree
That speaks truth to the nothing
Laughing hysterically
Three days dead
And happily consumed by the enzymes that fed
All things Ignorance called human


When a mortal dies
The last thing to go is not their eyes
But instead their ears
And the ability to hear
Us screaming in fear
Of what is on the other side
In hopes that we will not be ostracized
By Death and chain link gate entrances
To our demise

Every forty seconds
Someone decides to commit suicide
So give me some time
Because someone just died
And I would hate to mess with Kronos
Who opens up my soul
And consumes the light inside
Never healing the need for sighs
That end in a long line to Gehenna’s black skies

Dream Bank

Did I look sad
seem or sound helpless
lost

did it confuse your vision of a hope filled spirit
a woman who knew time could slip too quickly
is that why we said so little
and meant everything by it

is it the past that winds darkly down mental alleys
better left untouched for fear of releasing plagues
contained within barriers of imagined distance
with the guarantee of one dream never soiled

one thing never dirtied by the grime of daylight truths
left obscure and beautiful in the light behind each moon
on nights when we need it most
it's ours

like a ghost you love that belongs to someone
you never lost
a debt you'll never owe although it will always cost
and sometimes hurt

it will always be because it never was

(something I first wrote when I joined DUP)


Slow Pain...

That smooth lacquered black box, your name etched on brass tags...
I feel my heart begin to break, your blue eyes now cold and gray...
My soul is Shattered like glass, your smile is all wrong and glued in place...
Did you even know my name?

I remember you well, all that time we spent together...
I remember your laugh, all those drinks we had...
I remember your charity, all the places we danced...
Did you even know i loved you?

Why can i not forget your face, your look in that moment when you said "goodbye."
Why did i leave...
Why did i buy you the knife...
Did you curse my name?

Scarlet waters swirl down, your life slips away down the drain...
Black crows mock me now, they sit in the grove over your grave...
Gray skies are all i have now, my sun is dead and buried...

Did you save a place for me? i will be there soon...

Thanks everyone