Submissions by Ziveraa
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
5th Oct 2014 6:33am
5th Oct 2014 6:33am
Psychopath Surrender
Scream and scream as blood runs in streams,
Want to be entirely insane, deranged,
Creating self induced comatose delusions of a chemical daze.
They said it was just a faze and hey it'll be okay,
No way.
Because they were just caught in the haze.
But all the days you tried to play the game,
all futile efforts,
your gonna die anyway.
Now your sedated, medicated, you waited,
with a soul that stains like ink every time you tried to blink.
Turns out it's not as easy as you think,
have you found the clink in the chain?
Really, it's not all the...
Want to be entirely insane, deranged,
Creating self induced comatose delusions of a chemical daze.
They said it was just a faze and hey it'll be okay,
No way.
Because they were just caught in the haze.
But all the days you tried to play the game,
all futile efforts,
your gonna die anyway.
Now your sedated, medicated, you waited,
with a soul that stains like ink every time you tried to blink.
Turns out it's not as easy as you think,
have you found the clink in the chain?
Really, it's not all the...
787 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
5th Oct 2014 6:15am
5th Oct 2014 6:15am
Happily Heartless
No-more,
I won't,
I won't cry anymore,
and I won't,
I won't let you cut up my heart.
Because I locked it away,
Under cold steel and chain,
rest in peace where it was lain,
because now I laugh at the pain,
and I am not afraid.
I am not afraid of the monsters in my head,
I like the dark,
I like the red,
I am friends with my demons.
My twisted gut and slit wrists,
I let the scars deepen.
I won't,
I won't cry anymore,
and I won't,
I won't let you cut up my heart.
Because I locked it away,
Under cold steel and chain,
rest in peace where it was lain,
because now I laugh at the pain,
and I am not afraid.
I am not afraid of the monsters in my head,
I like the dark,
I like the red,
I am friends with my demons.
My twisted gut and slit wrists,
I let the scars deepen.
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DARK POEM
Published
22nd May 2014 6:27am
22nd May 2014 6:27am
Devil Made
Blood on a white sheet,
like dye in water.
Shadows on a white wall,
like ink in tears.
My heart if I had one would be like that.
My soul if I had one would be black as that.
Go to Hell you say?
Where do you think I was born?
like dye in water.
Shadows on a white wall,
like ink in tears.
My heart if I had one would be like that.
My soul if I had one would be black as that.
Go to Hell you say?
Where do you think I was born?
668 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
21st May 2014 6:14am
21st May 2014 6:14am
A backwards face
It's inside your head,
the voice that was dead,
that laughed as you bled.
Red.
Try not to listen to what it said,
something that would not mend,
On insanity it fed.
Dred.
Now all the screams sound the same,
start the game,
play by play.
Stand in the rain.
The rain came down in ashes.
Fell bloody and black on a fallen sky.
You laugh as you cry.
Goodbye.
the voice that was dead,
that laughed as you bled.
Red.
Try not to listen to what it said,
something that would not mend,
On insanity it fed.
Dred.
Now all the screams sound the same,
start the game,
play by play.
Stand in the rain.
The rain came down in ashes.
Fell bloody and black on a fallen sky.
You laugh as you cry.
Goodbye.
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DARK POEM
Published
21st May 2014 6:02am
21st May 2014 6:02am
Hall on the right
With shadows dancing on the walls,
He'll teach them all how to crawl.
Like puppet strings on a doll,
they dare not fall.
For standing over is a shadow worse than death,
to be dragged down with the rest.
The screams echo all night to
the hall on the right.
He'll teach them all how to crawl.
Like puppet strings on a doll,
they dare not fall.
For standing over is a shadow worse than death,
to be dragged down with the rest.
The screams echo all night to
the hall on the right.
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DARK POEM
Published
20th Jan 2013 1:26pm
20th Jan 2013 1:26pm
Blood on the walls
Just scream and scream till your throat is torn.
Just cry and cry till you can't cry any-more.
Just bleed and bleed till you have what you need.
Now take the blood and paint the white walls.
Just run your pain along them.
Leave a mark so they won't forget them.
Don't forget the pain and don't forgive those who inflicted it.
Just cry and cry till you can't cry any-more.
Just bleed and bleed till you have what you need.
Now take the blood and paint the white walls.
Just run your pain along them.
Leave a mark so they won't forget them.
Don't forget the pain and don't forgive those who inflicted it.
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Dec 2012 7:44am
18th Dec 2012 7:44am
Suicide cut
Some-things make it feel like it's not worth it.
It's just another way of pain.
Take the knife, the razor, the sharpened edge.
Just one more cut sharp and quick.
Over the wrist.
Let the crimson swell.
Let it go.
Beautiful streams of scarlet.
Flowing, showing the pain.
Just let the darkness fill.
It's the new style.
Just let it grow.
It's just another way of pain.
Take the knife, the razor, the sharpened edge.
Just one more cut sharp and quick.
Over the wrist.
Let the crimson swell.
Let it go.
Beautiful streams of scarlet.
Flowing, showing the pain.
Just let the darkness fill.
It's the new style.
Just let it grow.
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Dec 2012 7:31am
18th Dec 2012 7:31am
Screaming soul
Laughing sits the devil down in hell.
Ebony heart so cold.
They leaned into the black water well.
They fell.
The lights all went red.
Heart froze a beat.
Now their all dead.
And that's not the least.
Ebony heart so cold.
They leaned into the black water well.
They fell.
The lights all went red.
Heart froze a beat.
Now their all dead.
And that's not the least.
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Dec 2012 5:14pm
17th Dec 2012 5:14pm
The black blood demon.
His tears became roses.
His heart became glass.
But his soul just rotted away.
So walk with me.
Follow the shadow.
Leave your soul upon a cloud.
Fall glass doll, into a river of roses.
A stream of crimson petals.
Part with your heart and leave it with the tainted.
The fallen.
Leave what you were and awake.
My flawless, heartless, gorgeous, soulless creation.
A mask of beauty, you are a monster.
Hide what you truly are.
You demon, singing songs of the dead you have created.
you know what you are, I need not...
His heart became glass.
But his soul just rotted away.
So walk with me.
Follow the shadow.
Leave your soul upon a cloud.
Fall glass doll, into a river of roses.
A stream of crimson petals.
Part with your heart and leave it with the tainted.
The fallen.
Leave what you were and awake.
My flawless, heartless, gorgeous, soulless creation.
A mask of beauty, you are a monster.
Hide what you truly are.
You demon, singing songs of the dead you have created.
you know what you are, I need not...
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Dec 2012 7:37am
17th Dec 2012 7:37am
Your dead little soul
They pinned you down on a back-board by putting nails through your hands.
Then they took a razor and cut open your head.
Now stick a pin in your mind.
They all step back and call it art.
Standing alone.
Pitch black white floor.
It's okay, you'll die anyway.
your pulse is dead.
There's a blackout in your head.
Now into the shadows you are lead.
Here plays the song of the dead.
In which blood was shed.
A soul to stich.
On the devils kiss.
A dyed crimson wish.
Then they took a razor and cut open your head.
Now stick a pin in your mind.
They all step back and call it art.
Standing alone.
Pitch black white floor.
It's okay, you'll die anyway.
your pulse is dead.
There's a blackout in your head.
Now into the shadows you are lead.
Here plays the song of the dead.
In which blood was shed.
A soul to stich.
On the devils kiss.
A dyed crimson wish.
801 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
16th Dec 2012 5:52pm
16th Dec 2012 5:52pm
mental stich
They lied to you as they inked numbers in your head
dragged down to the sleeping dead.
Broken apart
held down while they intoxicate your heart.
Sedated while they medicate your brain
and as you slowly go insane they break your soul of steel.
Dripped in acid.
with a tar black soul.
Frozen cold
in a mental stich.
dragged down to the sleeping dead.
Broken apart
held down while they intoxicate your heart.
Sedated while they medicate your brain
and as you slowly go insane they break your soul of steel.
Dripped in acid.
with a tar black soul.
Frozen cold
in a mental stich.
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DARK POEM
Published
16th Dec 2012 5:39pm
16th Dec 2012 5:39pm
headshot
There you sat for a moment.
head in your hands
staring at a blank wall.
Then you put a gun in your mouth
and swallowed a bullet.
head in your hands
staring at a blank wall.
Then you put a gun in your mouth
and swallowed a bullet.
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