Submissions by laviedesmortes
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Night Terrors
I don't know why I'm back here,
in this house that is not a home,
Father, why have you forgotten me,
back in this Hell, all alone.
I wander through my old house,
and open my bedroom door,
I see everything is how I left it,
All my personal belongings are there from before.
The dream begins to fade,
Before I take my things,
My belongings shall remain in my past,
I shall never take anything.
I awake from this reoccuring night terror,
Covered in cold sweat,
Rembering this dream was my reality,
I'm so lost in...
in this house that is not a home,
Father, why have you forgotten me,
back in this Hell, all alone.
I wander through my old house,
and open my bedroom door,
I see everything is how I left it,
All my personal belongings are there from before.
The dream begins to fade,
Before I take my things,
My belongings shall remain in my past,
I shall never take anything.
I awake from this reoccuring night terror,
Covered in cold sweat,
Rembering this dream was my reality,
I'm so lost in...
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Diaries of a drug addict
He told me:
"Do this line,
this shit is good.
Did you like it?
I knew you would.
I won't let this hurt you
i'll only let you do it once a week
you won't get addicted
just chill out and enjoy the tweak."
Now I'm smoking too much oil, hash and green
railing too much methamphetamine,
poppin' speed and ecstacy
percocets and oxys
shooting up blow and codiene
maybe add some alcohol and ketamine
I need a toke, I need a smoke.
Oh God, I'm such a fiend
I said: "I need a line
I haven't had one all...
"Do this line,
this shit is good.
Did you like it?
I knew you would.
I won't let this hurt you
i'll only let you do it once a week
you won't get addicted
just chill out and enjoy the tweak."
Now I'm smoking too much oil, hash and green
railing too much methamphetamine,
poppin' speed and ecstacy
percocets and oxys
shooting up blow and codiene
maybe add some alcohol and ketamine
I need a toke, I need a smoke.
Oh God, I'm such a fiend
I said: "I need a line
I haven't had one all...
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The Countess
Full is the moon,
Black are the skies,
She rises from her coffin,
For the first time since sun rise.
With eyes so dead,
That give a lustful stare,
Teeth like knives,
Long cascading hair.
Milk white skin,
Lip stained red,
A body that is immortal and thin,
That has a hunger that needs to be fed.
She may see you walking on the street,
Or follow you home,
She may wake you from a dreamless sleep,
Or creep up on you in a dark alley, while you're alone.
She may lure you in,
With her enchanting...
Black are the skies,
She rises from her coffin,
For the first time since sun rise.
With eyes so dead,
That give a lustful stare,
Teeth like knives,
Long cascading hair.
Milk white skin,
Lip stained red,
A body that is immortal and thin,
That has a hunger that needs to be fed.
She may see you walking on the street,
Or follow you home,
She may wake you from a dreamless sleep,
Or creep up on you in a dark alley, while you're alone.
She may lure you in,
With her enchanting...
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Oh, Dead Fetus
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