dark poetry

Serial Killers "The Willing Captive" Part 1 (A Collaboration With Crimsin)

dark rainy night, clouds are suffocating
long legs stride, with lighting rhythm
i’m hidden, i catch her scent
hair red like blood, gets me excited
walking into danger, so unaware
blow to the head, down she goes
lifeless figure, pulled into my lair
undressing her, restrained for later  

I awake dazed, reeling in pain
naked and manacled to a steel bed
my captor is in the shadows
he says "you're going to die bitch"
coming into my view
I see his coal dead eyes
shivering from fear and something else
lightening fast he puts a plastic bag over my head
then begins to brutally fuck me in the ass
a strange calm comes over me
neglected as a child never feeling wanted
I was now someone's prize
fantasizing about the likes of Ted Bundy
the idea of being immortalized
caused me to convulse with pleasure
cum running down my legs
my handsome captor
tasting my wetness stares at me in disbelief

cold blade, against soft skin
you shiver, with anticipation
gentle cut, crimson flows
i taste you, your inner workings
exposing my instruments, of steel
witnessing calm, such lustful eyes
whispering kill me, or let me follow  

I am your willing captive, your slave
yearning for death but it eludes me
evil doesn't reap it's own
twisted fantasies flow through my head
they have since childhood
if you won't immortalize me through my blood
let me hunt with you, carve out our rage
on the unsuspecting together we will be infamous

i say “you’re not like the others”
so much anger stirs within
feeling the possibilities, and intrigued
needing an apprentice, a partner
dedicate yourself to me
worship upon my alter
i'll bestow my teachings
upon your lips, a bloody kiss
give me an answer, my love
are you in?, will you follow?  

with danger in our gaze
venom staining our bloodied lips
we seal the deal with a ritualistic fuck
down on my knees before you
bowing before your deadly member
I avert my eyes whispering quietly
"I will follow you unto our deaths"

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/212097-serial-killers-the-willing-captive-part/

Serial Killers Part 2 "The Hunt" (A Collaboration With Crim)

after a night of fucking
baring our inner evil
i hold your face
peering into darkened eyes
tonight is the night
you must prove trust
show me, my love
that you walk in shadows

looking back at you with blood in my darkened orbs
Master I'm going to ride with you until the end
feasting off your nature
I tell you "I'm going to take you deep into the pit of my depravity"
"let me be the bait"
innocent looking like a school girl
with a wicked grin on my face
I say " it's time we begin the hunt"

at nightfall we begin
huddled inside my van
watching girls walk by
your eyes spot her
you moan, “that one”
a natural brunette
ripe skin like fruit
i whisper, “bring our dinner”

"yes my love"
hopping out of the van
with a coy look at you
map in hand I approach
"excuse me miss I'm lost
I'm trying to find Ventura Blvd.
smiling at her with sunshine in my glance
she says "I know where that's at no problem"  
we sit down in the open van you hiding in the shadows
while she gives me directions you come up behind her
ether in hand grabbing her from behind
place it over her mouth with lust in my face
I watch her go down

we watch her contort
naked flesh curves
against restraints
kissing you deeply
cut her, “i say”
teasing razor blade
across the forehead
pain floods her eyes
we laugh we love
dripping our juices
she tastes us
cruel reality
upon her lips

"yes Master" I reply
in a frenzied blood lust
I take the razor in hand
you gag her muffled screams
as I start carving ritualistic symbols
on her tasty plump breasts
licking the blood as it trickles down
you fist her pussy hard as I do so
with a savagery I'd not yet witnessed from you
"does this feel good bitch?"
as she writhes in pain
bleeding out of her cunt
"Master let me taste her"
I plead hungry for blood
you tell me I can you thirsty
obedient little whore
lapping at her messy gash
then making my way to her clit
licking, nibbling tasting
she begins to moan
then involuntarily comes
on your tightly clenched fist

laughing hysterically
at the pain we’ve inflicted
kissing her nectar
off your savory lips
grinning from ear to ear
upping the ante
ready to sacrifice
this innocent soul

undressing me
mouthful of cock
sucking deep
as i grow hard
you smirk vividly
whispering, “fuck her”
i feel skin tearing
as i enter her asshole
ripping, and stretching
probing deeper

car battery
jumper cables
shockwaves
attack her clit
convulsing hard
while i fuck her
i’m so close
pulling out

choking on my seed
as i pierce her throat
handing you a dagger
silencing her with a strike

gurgling existence
escapes her
we fall a sleep
in a puddle of blood

there are five of these total all posted under my dear friend Diamonddave75's name they got too dark for us both he was brave enough to leave them posted alas I wasn't..

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/215951-serial-killers-part-2-the-hunt-a/

Portentous

This piece is an excerpt from 'The Master (Ritual) written as entree piece for the competition, Abnormal Psychology in Everyday Life.  I feel that this deserve it's own place.


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All Rights Reserved


In the windowless basement,
No sound would escape it.
Don't worry!
Make her scream in terror,
Let her wail in pain!
No one would hear her pleas for survival...
No one would ever care!

Three hours of torture and excruciation,
Strip her, unnerve her!
Gag her, clamp her!
Electrocute her with her feet...
Submerged on a basin of water!
Pull out her nails...
One by one with a plier!

Whip her back and mark her!
Bind her to the Rack,
Dislocate her bones from its sockets!
Slice her tits with a katana,
Burn her clit with cigarette!
Violate her rectum,
With a nine inch choke pear!

Fuck her only after then;
Deposit all of the would be children...
In a womb that'd soon whither!
Slowly drain the life out of her...
With hands incased in a pair of leather gloves;
Besotted with her blood,
Stained with her tears, sweat and urine!

When dawn comes,
And before the sun is up…
Lay her on the earth,
Where daisies bloom…
And Ma awaits underground.
They belong together,
Along with all the others like them!

Sex Cult Starman

you are laid in our star...    
shackled there and we dance around your wild eyes    
naked of clothing and mercy..    
     
we bind you...a ribbon wrapped around your balls and big cock...    
the blood gathers as your heart races    
to our chanted song..    
     
do you like what you see John?      
look hard look long...    
see us grind and moan into one another...    
     
we devour....    
we are ravenous...    
and we escalate as your staff rizes to our wild humping..    
like beasts torn from virtue...    
     
loud music drums the rhythm of your lust for us..    
high priestess nips your sack...    
her filed teeth prick deep...    
     
her sharp teeth bite into your red flesh      
we have chosen you John...    
to give us our next daughter...    
we each suck from your drip drip testicle ..    
you ooooze our bloody desire  
we feed  
off your strange fire...    
     
then blood red lips on your mouth...    
you are going to be ridden...    
broken and tamed....    
collared as our Slave    
Your semen collected and saved...    
     
be prepared for some pain baby...    
but also much pleasure...    
     
your body will shake and tremble..    
ritual de lo habitual in outrageous measure  
your balls suns of fire..  
feel them in super nova burn
ova and ova our ovaries yearn and sing....
plunge you in our tight ring...
     
when you shout..    
you will receive the whip..    
a special one..    
just for you moon lover..    
     
long thread of black leather with two sharp stars at the end. .    
it is cold john...    
the metal stars like ice...    
kept in a freezer until taken out....    
     
one stars edge has a hooked prick..    
it will catch your skin...    
     
a letting often as your ass is Smacked..    
all blood sucked      
so if your tender bottom flesh is torn      
a red mouth will catch every drop..    
     
just like the tip of your cock...    
any drops there will be prayed to    
and upon...    
     
are you ready to be a feast...?      
you are the chosen one...    
a banquet for our many hungry hands, mouths..    
and jennifer's womb....    
     
she loves you...    
and we approve.

Sainthood by Slaughter

It is done
The injustice of my rubicon
Matters little to me..
But that i won and a corpse
My trophy

I have turned bones into an alter
Of my cold hearts cathedral
I Genuflect before them in worship

Of my bloody thrill kill
Instead of the humiliating kneel
Of cock suck
And other pre fuck duties
Done to his scorching approval

I light a candle
Let it burn for ages
(as i did)
Smile: a new pleasure
In image of blood drops drip
As i watch scarlet wax fall

Where his monstrously
Watching...Watching...Watching
Eyes will never be again
And into dark hollow sockets

I light incense
And rest it between gaping jaw
Now slack and white
Disturbed: apears as if laughing
Done with being mocked

Once more
I pick up axe handle
Whack!
Laughter has stopped

I pray a rosary
Then wind it through alabaster claws

Where darkness hides

We all have darkness
Some choose to hide
I want to show you mine
I take you buy the hand
And lead you to my dark dungeon
Barely lit
Only a few candles around the room
I take to a bed and let you strap my arms
I desire you
And I also desire pain with pleasure
You pour the hot wax from the candle on my chest
My insides twinge with pleasure
I show you the blade and ask you to press against my neck
As you are pounding me with your cock
a little blood flows
you choke me getting your hands bloody
You run your hands down to my breast
and take a bite leaving handprints on my body
The site of blood
Makes me wanna touch myself
But still tied up
You can tell I'm about to cum
So you pull my hair and bite my neck

Show me slaughter!
Show me the dead and dying on the battle field.
The mangled and crushed,Defeated and hopeless.

Give me the rush i desire,that little look of terror.
That pleading look of forgivness that gets me off every time.
The feeling of  orgasmic pleasure ripping through me.

Please my little worriers dont die so easly now.
Get up and join me in battle over and over agian.
Over and over until we are both bloody,sweaty,spent, messes.

The ruin of gods below the kingdom of man.
Tomb of Zeus,eroding  faster each passing decade.The grimy flesh of Hades,falling
all about his person.Above man rejoice's fornicat  on  the statues of Athena.Olympia  is no more,god's are no more.Man stand high above the summit looking down at the fallen, almighty deity's of old.Now Begins  the golden age of man.

Dark Fall

darkness fall
upon the town
silence in its wake
nothing stirred
until, they woke

going through and in and out
ghouls through the night
sounds of screams
and hungry growls
fill the night as it grew old

passing by
sojourners hurried on
the next town to tell
of the figures on the road
hungry faces
of decayed flesh.

The Sound Of Your Heart (Waltz Of The Vampire)


I can hear the sound of your heart
Beating viciously
Against my chest
Hard fast rhythmic beats

I can sense the blood
Pulsating your beautiful vein
Ah so sweet
The fear in your eyes
Submits to fatal flaws conceit

Escape futile
As the thought
That escapes your putrid little mind
Dissipates upon air unseen

You scream
One last attempt at independence
But you belong to me now

Drink of my vanity
Eat of my contempt
Until your belly bloats
Of my seed bursting at the seams
Expelling a magnificence
Never before seen

And they
My seed
Shall feast upon your flesh
Until dawn
Manifest itself
And consummates
The last remaining memory of you

For surely the sun shines brightly
Upon a new day

I can still hear
The sound of your heart
Beating
Viciously
As
It
Fades

MoNstRoSiTy


It's sad your fear
knowing that death is near
 
You lay hapless as a newborn
covered in feces
you tell me you love me
you're so full of shit

You would tell me anything now
to save
your pathetic life

But I promise to bestow upon you
something greater
something
more perspicacious than life itself

With your death
I shall create a symphonic masterpiece
in the uproar
upon finding you
naked of flesh
hanging by your intestines
will surpass that of Burke and Hare
killers extraordinaire

I shall become known as
the one
to whom all others pay homage

So pray to me and ask my forgiveness
for even God knows
not to interfere with that which I create

You see
crying is futile

Yet your wails
sounds as beautiful music
salaciously enticing

Your tongue
I shall keep
as a
reminder of this moment

So scream my child
scream
until your heart's content
and your lungs collapse
for there is patience in dying
and my knives
are sharper than surgeons steel

So relax
time
is not of the essence here

Would you
care a taste

Open wide and eat of your flesh
for heaven abounds in its delicacies
do you see how my dogs devour it so

Your breast I shall keep for myself
for I find immeasurable pleasure comes
from eating
chocolate covered nipples

The way the areola
plays upon the palate
like a child eating cotton candy on a rainy day
I shall relish in it's memories forever

Your eyes I will keep as witness
seeing only unto themselves
pickled and tart
a perfect noon snack
with crackers and tea
don't you think

Imagine
their shock and awe
visualize the headlines

Monster Stalks City.

As if
my monstrosity
they can envision (input demonic laughter)

Monsters all of them
recycling feces upon the populace
yet
there's breath in your lungs
to vilify me insane

Insanity could not have created death
so beautifully orchestrated
and demonstrated
as abstract poetry
beautiful in its fluency
next  only
to the decay of society

Your death
the epitome
the hallmark of all my gatherings
culminated in your sufferings
will outlive posterity

And I
long dead
shall be resurrected
a copycat a rock star

For you see my dear
it will not end
with you or I
or the sudden ablation
of your flesh  
no
you will live
until
the abstraction of your heart

And I promise you
my love
saved for last

It will be
the best part