crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
Today 7:28pm
Today 7:28pm
concoction
a heady concoction, is my altered states
getting drunk off laughter
no one has a better sense of humor
than the powers that be
cruel beyond limit, if you have a weakness
they will point it out
cutting you low, while I get intoxicated
giggling madly, everyone looks on dispprovingly
never quite saw things that way
most music has a code, you just have to be in the know
there are beings among you
who believe you and I are beneath them
I've been observing, over time
a calculated odd, getting this message out over proper...
getting drunk off laughter
no one has a better sense of humor
than the powers that be
cruel beyond limit, if you have a weakness
they will point it out
cutting you low, while I get intoxicated
giggling madly, everyone looks on dispprovingly
never quite saw things that way
most music has a code, you just have to be in the know
there are beings among you
who believe you and I are beneath them
I've been observing, over time
a calculated odd, getting this message out over proper...
#aliens
#dark
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OccultCatalyst
Poem Published
Today 8:45am
Today 8:45am
Invocation
I call upon the Legion, from the depths of darkest night,
Lilith’s breath in my veins, I bask in her wicked light.
Through the gates of Hell I crawl, and the demons answer back,
Feel the fire of the Abyss, let it burn my soul to black.
In the name of Azazel, I curse your hollow prayers,
Lucifer’s hand on my chest, showing me the snare.
I spit on your salvation, on the lies of your gods,
The flames of Perdition consume you, bound in iron rods.
By the black sun, I rise, anointed by despair,
Feel the weight of demons, feel the cold, bitter...
Lilith’s breath in my veins, I bask in her wicked light.
Through the gates of Hell I crawl, and the demons answer back,
Feel the fire of the Abyss, let it burn my soul to black.
In the name of Azazel, I curse your hollow prayers,
Lucifer’s hand on my chest, showing me the snare.
I spit on your salvation, on the lies of your gods,
The flames of Perdition consume you, bound in iron rods.
By the black sun, I rise, anointed by despair,
Feel the weight of demons, feel the cold, bitter...
#dark
#hate
#sacrifice #suffering
#sacrifice #suffering
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Gorotika
Poem Published
Today 00:45am
Today 00:45am
Farewell
I was born through misery,
and raised with pain.
The life they gave me was always filled with vain…
Forgive me my dear, for me wanting to disappear,
everything is going downhill, I can't handle the despair.
This life is too much for me.
But please trust me my dear, I'm now free from despair
Please excuse the blood my dear.
and raised with pain.
The life they gave me was always filled with vain…
Forgive me my dear, for me wanting to disappear,
everything is going downhill, I can't handle the despair.
This life is too much for me.
But please trust me my dear, I'm now free from despair
Please excuse the blood my dear.
#dark
#death
#depression
#despair
#suicide
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CasketSharpe
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:10pm
Yesterday 11:10pm
Salem Road (Left Side of the Lost) I
Light from the day feeds the hungry night
Manifesting dark mysteries considered by many not to be right,
“Salem Road is considered a short cut one can take
Across railroad tracks a train rarely take,
“Turning left leads to houses embedded in living mist
In an uncut open yard where the grass causes cancerous parasitic cyst,
“Traveling closer a dog can be heard barking in the street
But beware, the beast is one you do not want to meet,
“At the wrong time you might see something riding a strange bike
Never let it...
Manifesting dark mysteries considered by many not to be right,
“Salem Road is considered a short cut one can take
Across railroad tracks a train rarely take,
“Turning left leads to houses embedded in living mist
In an uncut open yard where the grass causes cancerous parasitic cyst,
“Traveling closer a dog can be heard barking in the street
But beware, the beast is one you do not want to meet,
“At the wrong time you might see something riding a strange bike
Never let it...
#dark
#horror
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1 Comment
Fishmander
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:27pm
Yesterday 9:27pm
Shifter
The devil's thorn caught on my sleeve
Chilled to my core, stomach in knots
Blank diamonds usurp, surround me
Stole away someplace I forgot
Shapeshift endless, torn invalid
Rip thy curtain of seeds thy sown
Harbors malice, sunsets acrid
Lift the veil to dark worlds unknown
Time to rebuild the damage done
Once upon the after of more
Beneath indomitable night
Behind the old coyotes door
A sea serpent seethes bitter center stage
Restless rat seeking refuge from its cage.
Chilled to my core, stomach in knots
Blank diamonds usurp, surround me
Stole away someplace I forgot
Shapeshift endless, torn invalid
Rip thy curtain of seeds thy sown
Harbors malice, sunsets acrid
Lift the veil to dark worlds unknown
Time to rebuild the damage done
Once upon the after of more
Beneath indomitable night
Behind the old coyotes door
A sea serpent seethes bitter center stage
Restless rat seeking refuge from its cage.
#dark
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection #spiritual
#SelfReflection #spiritual
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dangerousdesires
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:06am
Yesterday 7:06am
A Confession or a Reality
Hollow, empty, and all alone.
Creeping despair, turning her to stone.
Drowning sorrows, suffocating silence.
Fire in her lungs, craving the violence.
All around are the ones she calls home.
Tired, exhausted, about to blow her dome.
Life seems to be one big comedy.
Some one fucking save me!
But no one ever will.
Lost in her mind
Trying to stay still.
The second she runs, she just won't stop.
The moment she thinks, she'll just drop.
Nothing to remedy the broken things inside.
Lost all her...
Creeping despair, turning her to stone.
Drowning sorrows, suffocating silence.
Fire in her lungs, craving the violence.
All around are the ones she calls home.
Tired, exhausted, about to blow her dome.
Life seems to be one big comedy.
Some one fucking save me!
But no one ever will.
Lost in her mind
Trying to stay still.
The second she runs, she just won't stop.
The moment she thinks, she'll just drop.
Nothing to remedy the broken things inside.
Lost all her...
#apathy
#dark
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
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moon_bather
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:56am
Yesterday 3:56am
Existential Crisis
What happens
With these piles of paper
Once I meet
The Grim Reaper?
With these piles of paper
Once I meet
The Grim Reaper?
#dark
#death
#despair
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
44 reads
3 Comments
smackdownraven
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:25am
Yesterday 3:25am
need
greedy need causes lust to fester
sated glory I don't think I'm gory enough for you
demented trust infatuation over the sacred art of death metal
a man.whose occult magic calls me from the shadows
cultivating the want of a driving force
whose insanity is addicting
causing me to wonder about him
masochistic, hedonistic, ritualistic offerings to seal the rite
a virtue of vulnerability
confesses secrets of doubt
in the eternal scorn, where I find myself
sated glory I don't think I'm gory enough for you
demented trust infatuation over the sacred art of death metal
a man.whose occult magic calls me from the shadows
cultivating the want of a driving force
whose insanity is addicting
causing me to wonder about him
masochistic, hedonistic, ritualistic offerings to seal the rite
a virtue of vulnerability
confesses secrets of doubt
in the eternal scorn, where I find myself
#dark
41 reads
2 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 9:24pm
21st Jan 2025 9:24pm
carny
sacred dust jangles your feelings
corpses of rust turns the screws in deeper
occult artist with a need
to cause grief
with putrid thoughts
all to make your mind look
at what resides inside
you can feel it, so prettily decorated, death
incessant rot, putrifying
we drag it around with us
toxic love
my want rushes for the door
seeking something better
I am met with the dark
bloodletting my psyche
until it bleeds black
confused matter
attached to feelings better off...
corpses of rust turns the screws in deeper
occult artist with a need
to cause grief
with putrid thoughts
all to make your mind look
at what resides inside
you can feel it, so prettily decorated, death
incessant rot, putrifying
we drag it around with us
toxic love
my want rushes for the door
seeking something better
I am met with the dark
bloodletting my psyche
until it bleeds black
confused matter
attached to feelings better off...
#dark
46 reads
4 Comments
Fishmander
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 7:23pm
21st Jan 2025 7:23pm
Mauve
I wash along your cryptic temples
Heinous sights I hug tight in my head
Your decree is mirage dressed gentle
Handcuffed to a daydream spoon-fed
Waltzing through gardens lit pharaonic
Split by your rod you start to lash out
Carved in me a raven melodic
Claws nesting inwards I am trapped out
I scour rain for strange love familiar
Unrest, pond scum, deep breaths and full lungs
But you eclipse life of after-hours
Digest mothballs, listless from long falls
You swallow pentagrams with frigid jaws
My hand still...
Heinous sights I hug tight in my head
Your decree is mirage dressed gentle
Handcuffed to a daydream spoon-fed
Waltzing through gardens lit pharaonic
Split by your rod you start to lash out
Carved in me a raven melodic
Claws nesting inwards I am trapped out
I scour rain for strange love familiar
Unrest, pond scum, deep breaths and full lungs
But you eclipse life of after-hours
Digest mothballs, listless from long falls
You swallow pentagrams with frigid jaws
My hand still...
#dark
#love
#MentalHealth #SelfReflection
#MentalHealth #SelfReflection
43 reads
1 Comment
smackdownraven
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 3:23am
21st Jan 2025 3:23am
plea
taking my time to disect the moment
seeking to slow down time
altering my perceptions help
tunnel vision I see only one thing
the rest is a blur
time hesitates and I move fast
with precicion I cultivate need
massaging its want
it grows inside me
madness stirs but I don't have time for her
mischief is called forward
and chaos laughs
children of the damned to do my bidding
confessing my sins to the dark council
bidden to divulge my secrets
they burn my tongue with the purging
devils of the...
seeking to slow down time
altering my perceptions help
tunnel vision I see only one thing
the rest is a blur
time hesitates and I move fast
with precicion I cultivate need
massaging its want
it grows inside me
madness stirs but I don't have time for her
mischief is called forward
and chaos laughs
children of the damned to do my bidding
confessing my sins to the dark council
bidden to divulge my secrets
they burn my tongue with the purging
devils of the...
#dark
#lust
58 reads
4 Comments
NoQuarter
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 00:24am
21st Jan 2025 00:24am
Kick The Dog
#conflict
#dark
#relationships
24 reads
0 Comments
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