Submissions by kyokinoakuma (Kyoki no Akuma)
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2015 2:49pm
3rd Jan 2015 2:49pm
Into darkness
Come forth my shadows.
The times come to play.
My light. It is gone.
Its the end of my days.
I call to the demons.
A smile on my face.
A smile twas drawn
with the blood of my race.
My arms. They arm broken.
My legs. They are dead.
My heart has stopped beating.
I've also lost my head.
So come forth my shadows.
Come forth the black hound.
Take me to the hell
to which I have been bound.
Its time.
The times come to play.
My light. It is gone.
Its the end of my days.
I call to the demons.
A smile on my face.
A smile twas drawn
with the blood of my race.
My arms. They arm broken.
My legs. They are dead.
My heart has stopped beating.
I've also lost my head.
So come forth my shadows.
Come forth the black hound.
Take me to the hell
to which I have been bound.
Its time.
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DARK POEM
Published
4th Dec 2013 11:51pm
4th Dec 2013 11:51pm
myself
I'm am here.
I'm am there.
The shadows surround me.
At me they stare.
They trap me inside.
Chain me to the ground.
The skin torn form my body to show what I've found.
There is darkness within me.
It's iron grip on my heart.
Shredding on through me.
Tearing me apart.
Someone can help me?
Don't make me laugh.
They had plenty of chances before I chose this path.
I begged for salvation.
I begged to be saved.
I was left here to die.
From the light, I was depraved.
So keep your false hope.
Keep your distance as well....
I'm am there.
The shadows surround me.
At me they stare.
They trap me inside.
Chain me to the ground.
The skin torn form my body to show what I've found.
There is darkness within me.
It's iron grip on my heart.
Shredding on through me.
Tearing me apart.
Someone can help me?
Don't make me laugh.
They had plenty of chances before I chose this path.
I begged for salvation.
I begged to be saved.
I was left here to die.
From the light, I was depraved.
So keep your false hope.
Keep your distance as well....
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Oct 2013 12:46pm
28th Oct 2013 12:46pm
My time
I've walked with the wicked clowns who hold their hatchets high,
living life their way in the dead of every night.
I've walked with the preachers who speak the word and pray,
giving unto others as they would to god every day.
I've walked with the criminal who stabs people in the back,
all so he can make a buck and by his rock of crack.
I've walked with the honest man who works to survive,
doing all the work he can to keep himself alive.
I've walked with many people, some good and some bad.
sharing in the times and experiences I've had....
living life their way in the dead of every night.
I've walked with the preachers who speak the word and pray,
giving unto others as they would to god every day.
I've walked with the criminal who stabs people in the back,
all so he can make a buck and by his rock of crack.
I've walked with the honest man who works to survive,
doing all the work he can to keep himself alive.
I've walked with many people, some good and some bad.
sharing in the times and experiences I've had....
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DARK POEM
Published
31st Mar 2013 3:44am
31st Mar 2013 3:44am
Hopeless
I've seen blood rain from the skies.
I've seen the light leave their eyes.
The sounds of pain and fear as I hear their last cries.
I've walked through the darkness.
I've chased after the light.
I never make it there for it always leaves my sight.
The shadow overtakes.
The darkness is drowning me.
I see now that it's the blood of all the ghosts I see.
The blood of those I could have saved,
only to turn my back.
The blood of those I killed,
of the number I've lost track.
My time here is lost,
never to be found.
The cries of their...
I've seen the light leave their eyes.
The sounds of pain and fear as I hear their last cries.
I've walked through the darkness.
I've chased after the light.
I never make it there for it always leaves my sight.
The shadow overtakes.
The darkness is drowning me.
I see now that it's the blood of all the ghosts I see.
The blood of those I could have saved,
only to turn my back.
The blood of those I killed,
of the number I've lost track.
My time here is lost,
never to be found.
The cries of their...
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Mar 2013 5:04am
11th Mar 2013 5:04am
Strength
My blade is sharp. My blade is strong.
With it I'm mighty. Nothing can go wrong.
It holds back the shadows. Reflects the rays of the sun.
The shadows cant touch me when my blade and I are one.
My shield is my savior. My shield is my home.
With my shield I endure. With it I am calm.
I fend off the darkness with my shield at my side.
When my shield is with me I don't have to hide.
Sword and shield in my presence. The shadows held at bay.
I can rest peacefully until the end of my days.
If only they could stay...
My sword is no...
With it I'm mighty. Nothing can go wrong.
It holds back the shadows. Reflects the rays of the sun.
The shadows cant touch me when my blade and I are one.
My shield is my savior. My shield is my home.
With my shield I endure. With it I am calm.
I fend off the darkness with my shield at my side.
When my shield is with me I don't have to hide.
Sword and shield in my presence. The shadows held at bay.
I can rest peacefully until the end of my days.
If only they could stay...
My sword is no...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
6th Mar 2013 6:39am
6th Mar 2013 6:39am
Party
Zero, one, having fun.
Two, three, roll a dubee.
Four, five, feel alive.
Six, seven, drift in heaven,
Eight, nine, having a time.
Freaky Clown! I'm coming down!
One, two, party's through.
Three, four, out the door.
Five, six, stomach kicks.
Seven, eight, regurgitate.
Nine, ten, do it all again.
Have fun!
Two, three, roll a dubee.
Four, five, feel alive.
Six, seven, drift in heaven,
Eight, nine, having a time.
Freaky Clown! I'm coming down!
One, two, party's through.
Three, four, out the door.
Five, six, stomach kicks.
Seven, eight, regurgitate.
Nine, ten, do it all again.
Have fun!
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DARK POEM
Published
4th Mar 2013 5:37am
4th Mar 2013 5:37am
Trapped
Up out of the ground. Those hands find my leg.
Stay with us forever I hear them all beg.
I've no wish to stay here. I only wish to leave.
They're supposed to keep me here. To do that they'll deceive.
I pull my leg back and I flip them the bird.
Start yelling at them saying Haven't you heard?
This place means nothing to me.
It is pathetic and sad. At you I am pissed.
Because of you I've gone mad.
I won't let them trick me. But you've already been had.
My surroundings, they find me. This situation is bad.
The doors are all blocked. of...
Stay with us forever I hear them all beg.
I've no wish to stay here. I only wish to leave.
They're supposed to keep me here. To do that they'll deceive.
I pull my leg back and I flip them the bird.
Start yelling at them saying Haven't you heard?
This place means nothing to me.
It is pathetic and sad. At you I am pissed.
Because of you I've gone mad.
I won't let them trick me. But you've already been had.
My surroundings, they find me. This situation is bad.
The doors are all blocked. of...
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DARK POEM
Published
26th Feb 2013 10:08pm
26th Feb 2013 10:08pm
Other
A wicked grin upon my face.
Bodies all around this evil place.
My knife in one hand, my gun in the other.
I smile at the bodies that once called me brother.
This group, this cult, these sheep for the slaughter.
Ironic that the closest body is the farmers daughter.
After that I walk out. walk on into the night.
Searching for the next victim to fight.
As I step past the bridge I suddenly stop.
Behind me the body of the friendly cop.
The clouds, they move. I look to the sky.
The full moon shines. I ask it "Why?"
Why do you do this to...
Bodies all around this evil place.
My knife in one hand, my gun in the other.
I smile at the bodies that once called me brother.
This group, this cult, these sheep for the slaughter.
Ironic that the closest body is the farmers daughter.
After that I walk out. walk on into the night.
Searching for the next victim to fight.
As I step past the bridge I suddenly stop.
Behind me the body of the friendly cop.
The clouds, they move. I look to the sky.
The full moon shines. I ask it "Why?"
Why do you do this to...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Feb 2013 3:31am
25th Feb 2013 3:31am
Pissed Off
I smack my face. I pull out my hair.
There's something here with me and at it I glare.
I slap it. I punch it. I tear it apart.
I put it back together and I'm so close, yet, so far.
I caress, I rub, hell, I even blow it.
But the things that I do do not work one bit.
Eventually I'm angry and I curse it's name.
It probably won't help but I do it all the same.
I leave and get air duster, then came back to the room.
The damn thing loves it so much, it's like it's perfume.
It still won't help me, so I'm going to bed.
If it does this in the...
There's something here with me and at it I glare.
I slap it. I punch it. I tear it apart.
I put it back together and I'm so close, yet, so far.
I caress, I rub, hell, I even blow it.
But the things that I do do not work one bit.
Eventually I'm angry and I curse it's name.
It probably won't help but I do it all the same.
I leave and get air duster, then came back to the room.
The damn thing loves it so much, it's like it's perfume.
It still won't help me, so I'm going to bed.
If it does this in the...
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DARK POEM
Published
21st Feb 2013 4:09am
21st Feb 2013 4:09am
Inner Termoil
Blood covering my hands. Blood flowing throw my hair.
The eyes of the lost giving a distant stare.
My body burns with an extreme heat.
Yet, I stand here frozen, my place in defeat.
There's nothing I can do to bring them all back.
Of all passage of time I slowly lose track.
For even time seems to stop, as though it were the cause.
My life gone before me, taken by deaths claws.
I had wished to be happy, to have a family and friends.
But everyone who loved me met their own terrible ends.
It is my fault, I see it to be true.
Their...
The eyes of the lost giving a distant stare.
My body burns with an extreme heat.
Yet, I stand here frozen, my place in defeat.
There's nothing I can do to bring them all back.
Of all passage of time I slowly lose track.
For even time seems to stop, as though it were the cause.
My life gone before me, taken by deaths claws.
I had wished to be happy, to have a family and friends.
But everyone who loved me met their own terrible ends.
It is my fault, I see it to be true.
Their...
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Feb 2013 3:39am
18th Feb 2013 3:39am
Time
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock.
That's all I hear from that damn old clock.
It never tells me what hour of time,
its hands all but chained at a quarter past nine.
Stayed in place since that fateful night,
when my heart and soul fell from the light.
The very same night I last saw her face,
when death took her from this mortal place.
When I Helplessly watched as the light left her eyes,
and could only scream out my pain at the skies.
When I turned my back to those who loved me,
blackening my name to set them loathing.
That past haunts...
That's all I hear from that damn old clock.
It never tells me what hour of time,
its hands all but chained at a quarter past nine.
Stayed in place since that fateful night,
when my heart and soul fell from the light.
The very same night I last saw her face,
when death took her from this mortal place.
When I Helplessly watched as the light left her eyes,
and could only scream out my pain at the skies.
When I turned my back to those who loved me,
blackening my name to set them loathing.
That past haunts...
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DARK POEM
Published
24th Jan 2013 4:02am
24th Jan 2013 4:02am
Pretender
Now and then I walk out. I go into the day.
Everyone thinks I am happy this way.
They do not see, they do not suspect.
They only see smiles but in truth I am wrecked.
They see my face and think they see joy.
In truth I'm distraught behind this mask of a boy.
My intentions are darker then people like to believe.
That is the power to trick and deceive.
It is a trick I so shamefully learned, to keep my many
secrets from being upturned.
I use my mask even after I tire.
A seemingly joyous smirk bringing me not but more ire.
I await the day when I am...
Everyone thinks I am happy this way.
They do not see, they do not suspect.
They only see smiles but in truth I am wrecked.
They see my face and think they see joy.
In truth I'm distraught behind this mask of a boy.
My intentions are darker then people like to believe.
That is the power to trick and deceive.
It is a trick I so shamefully learned, to keep my many
secrets from being upturned.
I use my mask even after I tire.
A seemingly joyous smirk bringing me not but more ire.
I await the day when I am...
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