Submissions by creep-in-the-corne (creep-in-the-corner)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Wishing For Amnesia.
Darkness is pulling me under,
Enveloping my soul.
Clinging to me with its bloodied claws,
Swallowing me whole.
Pain, numbing pain,
Is the only thing I feel.
Wounds that run deep,
Scars that will never heal.
Depression is pulling me under,
I’m in a dark abyss.
How long before I hit the ground?
How much further to fall like this?
Loneliness, my companion,
It is my only friend.
Nobody around to help me,
Alone I’m left to fend.
Insanity, my life’s destination,
Too many voices in my head.
To which shall I...
Enveloping my soul.
Clinging to me with its bloodied claws,
Swallowing me whole.
Pain, numbing pain,
Is the only thing I feel.
Wounds that run deep,
Scars that will never heal.
Depression is pulling me under,
I’m in a dark abyss.
How long before I hit the ground?
How much further to fall like this?
Loneliness, my companion,
It is my only friend.
Nobody around to help me,
Alone I’m left to fend.
Insanity, my life’s destination,
Too many voices in my head.
To which shall I...
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INCUBUS.
My beloved incubus,
My angel of the night.
Even with your bloodied fangs,
You don't scare me the slight.
Somewhere in my twisted mind,
I dream of our meeting.
When soul and bodies entwine,
And dance to the sound of my hearts beating.
Every day, every night,
I picture the goory scene.
All the pain, all the pleasure,
Every masochists dream.
My beloved incubus,
How grand that night will be.
I am patiently awaiting,
You to come devour me.
My angel of the night.
Even with your bloodied fangs,
You don't scare me the slight.
Somewhere in my twisted mind,
I dream of our meeting.
When soul and bodies entwine,
And dance to the sound of my hearts beating.
Every day, every night,
I picture the goory scene.
All the pain, all the pleasure,
Every masochists dream.
My beloved incubus,
How grand that night will be.
I am patiently awaiting,
You to come devour me.
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Guts over fear, right?
If I was to end it tonight,
Stop the rhythm in my chest.
Would you blame yourself at all?
To your part in it would you attest?
Or would you go about your life,
Ignoring that once upon a time,
You and I were once one,
Your soul tightly intertwined with mine?
If I was to end it tonight,
Tell me dear, would you care?
Would you even grieve?
Or go on like I was never there?
It’s funny how I went,
From being your world to nothing at all.
You left me here, bruised and broken,
With no one to save me from this fall.
So...
Stop the rhythm in my chest.
Would you blame yourself at all?
To your part in it would you attest?
Or would you go about your life,
Ignoring that once upon a time,
You and I were once one,
Your soul tightly intertwined with mine?
If I was to end it tonight,
Tell me dear, would you care?
Would you even grieve?
Or go on like I was never there?
It’s funny how I went,
From being your world to nothing at all.
You left me here, bruised and broken,
With no one to save me from this fall.
So...
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