Submissions by acatsmeow (Demi the Crow)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write a lot of dark, goth, satanic and light horror pieces. Sometimes I'll even dabble in Creepypasta. I figure since I watch it, may as well pen a few pieces.
DARK POEM
Published
10th Mar 2016 4:05am
10th Mar 2016 4:05am
Death Wine
I’ve traveled dark places during the daytime.
I have seen shadows in eternal night.
Why is the moon fighting the sun by starlight?
Day has decomposed into tainted night.
Blood runs red as the sun sets in the west.
Normalize death wine by painting the sky its hues.
But just before it all fades to black forever,
Slash the sky with our tears of melancholy blue.
Look away from the sky to dry your eyes.
Focus on travesties for miles and miles.
Bask in the age of secondhand suicide.
While unblind, we hide from the truth.
...
I have seen shadows in eternal night.
Why is the moon fighting the sun by starlight?
Day has decomposed into tainted night.
Blood runs red as the sun sets in the west.
Normalize death wine by painting the sky its hues.
But just before it all fades to black forever,
Slash the sky with our tears of melancholy blue.
Look away from the sky to dry your eyes.
Focus on travesties for miles and miles.
Bask in the age of secondhand suicide.
While unblind, we hide from the truth.
...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
9th Mar 2016 6:18pm
9th Mar 2016 6:18pm
Pills!
Pills! Pills!
The sick man’s candy!
Your teeth won’t rot.
But your body’s shot.
Pills! Pills!
Pass em’ round!
They come in all shapes and colors.
No need to be stingy, there’s plenty to go around.
Some make you sleepy.
Some make you hype.
Some are for protection.
Some are for the fun that night.
Oh! I wish I had that luxury.
For you see, my teeth would go rotten if pills were candy!
Pills! Pills!
The pharmaceutical gold!
They’re mind numbing.
They tell you its disease scrubbing.
...
The sick man’s candy!
Your teeth won’t rot.
But your body’s shot.
Pills! Pills!
Pass em’ round!
They come in all shapes and colors.
No need to be stingy, there’s plenty to go around.
Some make you sleepy.
Some make you hype.
Some are for protection.
Some are for the fun that night.
Oh! I wish I had that luxury.
For you see, my teeth would go rotten if pills were candy!
Pills! Pills!
The pharmaceutical gold!
They’re mind numbing.
They tell you its disease scrubbing.
...
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