Dark Seeking Friendly Advice Poems
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dark seeking friendly advice poems. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Boosting her Juice
#dark
#erotic
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Wraith
I'll be home for Christmas
Sitting all by myself
Alone and self forsaken
Refusing anyone's help
Too many mistakes
That I've made
Too many memories
I've lost along the way
Surrounded by empty bottles
Knowing it's too late
Wondering how I can still love
Something I've grown to hate
If I could turn back time
I would've taken a different road
Wish i could've seen
How things would unfold
To turn my back on everything
That I've ever held so dear
Just to wallow in self pity ...
Sitting all by myself
Alone and self forsaken
Refusing anyone's help
Too many mistakes
That I've made
Too many memories
I've lost along the way
Surrounded by empty bottles
Knowing it's too late
Wondering how I can still love
Something I've grown to hate
If I could turn back time
I would've taken a different road
Wish i could've seen
How things would unfold
To turn my back on everything
That I've ever held so dear
Just to wallow in self pity ...
#addiction
#alcohol
#dark
#despair
#shame
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Coquettish Dreams
In annihilation of coquettish dreams in stagnation
composing dreams of Paradise Lost with a feverish
blite of insanity's antagonist pen in archives after
Musette broke my heart leaving me with only ashes
to burn and the chimney to be swept after eating
the mortal pear of her anatomy while peeling
her core in the annihilation of her crimson bled
now in placid peace my quill list to cover her hide
composing dreams of Paradise Lost with a feverish
blite of insanity's antagonist pen in archives after
Musette broke my heart leaving me with only ashes
to burn and the chimney to be swept after eating
the mortal pear of her anatomy while peeling
her core in the annihilation of her crimson bled
now in placid peace my quill list to cover her hide
#dark
#erotic
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30 naught 6
Simply dripping hanging loose threads
ending the charade with my 30 naught 6
of my narcissistic psychoanalysis picupstix
and thingamabob hanging over my head
echoing in the shadows I pine prescripts
that makes my soul appreciate the dead...
simply dripping hanging loose threads
ending the charade with my 30 naught 6
of my narcissistic psychoanalysis picupstix
and thingamabob hanging over my head
echoing in the shadows I pine prescripts
that makes my soul appreciate the dead...
simply dripping hanging loose threads
#dark
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Suffocating Pendulum
Conjuring lust's aphrodisiac of love's anesthesia
in shadows of Autumn leaves of decadent seas
antiques and curios neath pastel starry climes
Suffocating pendulum of burning hemorrhaging
as the jester brushes in shadows of silent hush
conjuring lust's aphrodisiac of love's anesthesia
in shadows of Autumn leaves of decadent seas
antiques and curios neath pastel starry climes
Suffocating pendulum of burning hemorrhaging
as the jester brushes in shadows of silent hush
conjuring lust's aphrodisiac of love's anesthesia
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
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Dissolving
Drowning in a pool of tears
Living in a reality
I can't begin to understand
My future was mapped
Now the map is torn to shreds
Uncertainty scares me to drink
And drink brings me closer to death
But maybe that's what I want
For all of this to be over
Good moments are few and far between
You want truth but sometimes it hurts
Time just keeps disappearing
And I'm just getting older
Dissolving closer to the end
Living in a reality
I can't begin to understand
My future was mapped
Now the map is torn to shreds
Uncertainty scares me to drink
And drink brings me closer to death
But maybe that's what I want
For all of this to be over
Good moments are few and far between
You want truth but sometimes it hurts
Time just keeps disappearing
And I'm just getting older
Dissolving closer to the end
#anxiety
#dark
#despair
#fear
#sadness
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Honey, I'm Home
In a catharsis of altered voices suffering within
what came first, the chicken or caffeine
in my mind's symphony of chaos in torrents
and blood hemorrhaging from my pen's catheter
embracing my flesh with the unfiltered cocaine
insanity arising like molten lava from my demise
enigma brooding the emphasis of thunder
by the deacons of decadent devoured souls
of ecstasy in an empty room hemorrhaging
to empty shadows of unfiltered cocaine
listening to a Code Red of Asylum Blues
as the chicken crossed the road before caffeine ...
what came first, the chicken or caffeine
in my mind's symphony of chaos in torrents
and blood hemorrhaging from my pen's catheter
embracing my flesh with the unfiltered cocaine
insanity arising like molten lava from my demise
enigma brooding the emphasis of thunder
by the deacons of decadent devoured souls
of ecstasy in an empty room hemorrhaging
to empty shadows of unfiltered cocaine
listening to a Code Red of Asylum Blues
as the chicken crossed the road before caffeine ...
#dark
#gothic
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In a World That Didn't Want Me
If someone asked me why I haven't killed myself, I would say it's mainly fear of pain and death. Nothing more, nothing less.
I have zero hope that anyone can love me. Zero hope as I try and love myself. I'm shaking heavily now, shaking in a world that didn't want me. That didn't need me.
That willingly kicked me over and over. I'm supposed to get up, but I can only crawl. I'm leaving a bloody trail behind, thinking I'm gonna die before my story ever gets told.
I'm this sick, and all I am is blamed. Blamed in a world that did not care.
I can't stop...
I have zero hope that anyone can love me. Zero hope as I try and love myself. I'm shaking heavily now, shaking in a world that didn't want me. That didn't need me.
That willingly kicked me over and over. I'm supposed to get up, but I can only crawl. I'm leaving a bloody trail behind, thinking I'm gonna die before my story ever gets told.
I'm this sick, and all I am is blamed. Blamed in a world that did not care.
I can't stop...
#anger
#dark
#heartbroken
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From the Gullet
The smile of the bone's obsession, from the gullet
of my sins, dripping from her soul and skin
from the pen in the far corners of my dreams,
touching, as she screams in pain where Lucifer
reigns peeling her sliding flesh, but just another
nocturne sting like shards of glass with a smile
of the bone's obsession
of my sins, dripping from her soul and skin
from the pen in the far corners of my dreams,
touching, as she screams in pain where Lucifer
reigns peeling her sliding flesh, but just another
nocturne sting like shards of glass with a smile
of the bone's obsession
#dark
#erotic
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Domain of Decay
The pain is real,
destined to burn.
Into the abyss I must yonder,
Bestowing my soul
To the infernal father.
At birth, I was marked,
A stark reminder of the terror—
Forever lost, slave to endless gore,
Flesh decaying, death's stench, and horror.
Agonizing bellows fill the land.
Ashes of burning bodies saturate the living, coating my soon-to-be sadistic hands.
My new home, where the unholy dwell and life fades,
The nightly bells soften the screams
Of those charred at the stake.
destined to burn.
Into the abyss I must yonder,
Bestowing my soul
To the infernal father.
At birth, I was marked,
A stark reminder of the terror—
Forever lost, slave to endless gore,
Flesh decaying, death's stench, and horror.
Agonizing bellows fill the land.
Ashes of burning bodies saturate the living, coating my soon-to-be sadistic hands.
My new home, where the unholy dwell and life fades,
The nightly bells soften the screams
Of those charred at the stake.
#dark
#death
#evil
#horror
#nightmares
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My Voice
I saw that a YouTube comment of mine got deleted, whether the creator deleted it or YouTube itself did. I feel myself shaking. Out of fear. I am safe right now in the sense that no one's harming me physically. But in terms of actually thinking my voice matters, no.
I do not feel safe.
I am always questioning whether my story will be too much, be too inconvenient, be too dark...
But I just rather think about me and how to crawl out of the darkness of all these lies.
How to prepare myself because it will be my turn,
and the audience will be...
I do not feel safe.
I am always questioning whether my story will be too much, be too inconvenient, be too dark...
But I just rather think about me and how to crawl out of the darkness of all these lies.
How to prepare myself because it will be my turn,
and the audience will be...
#dark
#grief
#rejection
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Broken Photographs
In moments of lonely and melancholy haunting
the shelf of my mind for blood and the candle
that makes the light in the shadow of a broken
heart and blasphemous obscenity in an orgy of
broken corpses and despair of morphine's
puckered lips caressing my cock suffocating
my memories behind photographs
the shelf of my mind for blood and the candle
that makes the light in the shadow of a broken
heart and blasphemous obscenity in an orgy of
broken corpses and despair of morphine's
puckered lips caressing my cock suffocating
my memories behind photographs
#dark
#erotic
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