Submissions by Demonseyesofblood (Ravens Blood)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Is all we see or seem, but a dream within a dream? -Edgar Allen Poe
Silence In The Hills
Silence in the hills driving me insane, lightning strikes across the plain.
Gray would be the color of my heart, the silence ripping me apart.
For I receive no token, the silence goes unbroken.
So therfore the silence in the hills, shall remain forevermore.
Gray would be the color of my heart, the silence ripping me apart.
For I receive no token, the silence goes unbroken.
So therfore the silence in the hills, shall remain forevermore.
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broken
Broken, oh so lost do I listen to the voices in my head, or do I ignore them and drive myself insane? The pain would almost feel good outside, better than the pain inside
Cut to relieve the pressure, I need to suffer, for alI I cause is suffering. The blood glistens as I cut, gently, deeply into my flesh, by the light of the pail moon, oh the pain that I endure.
MAKE IT
STOP!!!
STOP!!!
STOP!!!
Cut to relieve the pressure, I need to suffer, for alI I cause is suffering. The blood glistens as I cut, gently, deeply into my flesh, by the light of the pail moon, oh the pain that I endure.
MAKE IT
STOP!!!
STOP!!!
STOP!!!
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Sweet Intoxication
635 reads
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Always wanted you.
I knew I always wanted you. The day that our eyes met, I wanted our lips to meet. Caress your well built body, in heaven I would be. To place my hand against your secret place, that warm sensation in my hand. To place my mouth between your legs, that nice warm nest upon my lips, licking long and slow. To lay you long and hard. I guess a dream this shall be, for you do not I even exist.
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Dark Carnival
862 reads
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Devil's Moon
760 reads
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From Darkness
Call to me, from the darkness beyond. Take my very soul, oh god of darkness. Let me play in your dark carnival. Watch the blade swing high above, slowly it descends, slices away my torso. Let the blood flow red, where do I fit in?
Slip away once more, death by choice.. Would I be better off? Slowly, slowly, my boat it sinks. High upon a mountain, I try to escape the clutches of darkness, still it holds its grip upon me.
So tired I cant sleep, tonite oh death come take me away. Take me to a far away land, where only demons rule. Maybe they can torture, until I die.
Slip away once more, death by choice.. Would I be better off? Slowly, slowly, my boat it sinks. High upon a mountain, I try to escape the clutches of darkness, still it holds its grip upon me.
So tired I cant sleep, tonite oh death come take me away. Take me to a far away land, where only demons rule. Maybe they can torture, until I die.
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The Knife
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DU Poetry : Submissions by Demonseyesofblood (Ravens Blood)