michaelslove2
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 9:48am
10th Jan 2025 9:48am
The Mattress Bleeds
The Mattress Bleeds”
One more down with more to go.
This woman in my bed.
A night of such incredible lust.
The mattress must be fed.
I will come to you.
You will come to me.
Let us drink and chat a while.
You are sure to become inebriated
and that gives me a smile.
Let me take you home tonight.
Let us make love and then soon sleep.
Come morning brings you breakfast in bed
then I will watch you scream and weep.
Soon you are shackled in my bed.
I laugh seeing your fear.
I torcher you in...
One more down with more to go.
This woman in my bed.
A night of such incredible lust.
The mattress must be fed.
I will come to you.
You will come to me.
Let us drink and chat a while.
You are sure to become inebriated
and that gives me a smile.
Let me take you home tonight.
Let us make love and then soon sleep.
Come morning brings you breakfast in bed
then I will watch you scream and weep.
Soon you are shackled in my bed.
I laugh seeing your fear.
I torcher you in...
#dark
#evil
#horror
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 7:34am
8th Jan 2025 7:34am
A Gift of Dust
Winds howl at dusk, a mournful cry
Main drag barren but the dust
The stench of fear thickens the sky
Anticipation feeds on dread and lust
The ragged things crawl from the shade
Starving for the blood to spill
For their feast, a pact was made
Death obeys their haunting will
They leer at two who bear the mark
Knowing fate must break the chain
One shall crumble into the dark
The other bound to live in pain
The duel begins, grim law decrees
Terror flickers in grim stance
Two may...
Main drag barren but the dust
The stench of fear thickens the sky
Anticipation feeds on dread and lust
The ragged things crawl from the shade
Starving for the blood to spill
For their feast, a pact was made
Death obeys their haunting will
They leer at two who bear the mark
Knowing fate must break the chain
One shall crumble into the dark
The other bound to live in pain
The duel begins, grim law decrees
Terror flickers in grim stance
Two may...
#conflict
#death
#evil
#fear
#murder
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CasketSharpe
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 11:22pm
6th Jan 2025 11:22pm
Soulstorm of the Wicked (Ghostlords of the Witch)
Through disease, war and self-destruction the Cunaim city-state fell
They was the greatest of them all who spiraled down broken stairs into hell,
“Those other city-states the Cunaim controlled were put in their place
Even though limited freedom was given they were still looked upon with disgrace,
“One vassal state secretly breed a generation until they bled poisonous blood
Every year performing an evil ritual holiday of sinister loyalty and fake love,
“With a form of Seppuku they would drain themselves dry
Upon farming fields, sewers...
They was the greatest of them all who spiraled down broken stairs into hell,
“Those other city-states the Cunaim controlled were put in their place
Even though limited freedom was given they were still looked upon with disgrace,
“One vassal state secretly breed a generation until they bled poisonous blood
Every year performing an evil ritual holiday of sinister loyalty and fake love,
“With a form of Seppuku they would drain themselves dry
Upon farming fields, sewers...
#dark
#evil
#ghosts #sacrifice
#ghosts #sacrifice
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2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 9:42pm
6th Jan 2025 9:42pm
That Purple Blob Named Grimace
Is he a taste bud or a milkshake?
Everyone loves that happy, purple blob Grimace
He's a McDonald character that loves milk shakes
Back when he debuted in 1971, he was called Evil Grimace
Evil Grimace was sinister
A villain who would steal milkshakes from children
He was mean, had four arms and no charm at all
Children were frightened
Some children believed if they ordered a milk shake, that evil Grimace would steal it out of their hands
The 4-armed Grimace was also a coke fiend
Besides stealing milk shakes and tormenting kids,...
Everyone loves that happy, purple blob Grimace
He's a McDonald character that loves milk shakes
Back when he debuted in 1971, he was called Evil Grimace
Evil Grimace was sinister
A villain who would steal milkshakes from children
He was mean, had four arms and no charm at all
Children were frightened
Some children believed if they ordered a milk shake, that evil Grimace would steal it out of their hands
The 4-armed Grimace was also a coke fiend
Besides stealing milk shakes and tormenting kids,...
#children
#evil
#food
#PopCulture
#uplifting
44 reads
6 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 9:09pm
5th Jan 2025 9:09pm
Haunted Flurries
I sit by death’s cold door
A certain expiration date
Soon from here, I’ll be no more
Solemnly resigned to fate
Winter winds cold as old sin
Frost blooms on glassy panes
Ice and snow asking to be let in
Blanketing the frozen lanes
I dwell on winters long since passed
On sins and sorrow, deep and raw
Lives traded, cut short too fast
By the flick of pen and manmade law
The scene obscures in icy gales
Thoughts dissolve in the pale frost
What’s this shadow, thin and frail?
A sight that leaves my stomach...
A certain expiration date
Soon from here, I’ll be no more
Solemnly resigned to fate
Winter winds cold as old sin
Frost blooms on glassy panes
Ice and snow asking to be let in
Blanketing the frozen lanes
I dwell on winters long since passed
On sins and sorrow, deep and raw
Lives traded, cut short too fast
By the flick of pen and manmade law
The scene obscures in icy gales
Thoughts dissolve in the pale frost
What’s this shadow, thin and frail?
A sight that leaves my stomach...
#dark
#evil
#ghosts
#morality
#regret
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 11:32am
4th Jan 2025 11:32am
Sanguine Thirsts
I see through the whispering breeze
A shadow creeping through the trees
Not so much as a sound
Yet nothing living to be found
Like a pen drained of ink
Longing for crimson drink
Centuries of ravenous thirst
Fangs mark the damned and cursed
The stench of the grave’s earthen bed
Stirs the restless dead
Eyes fixate on virgin breast
The pulsing heart beneath the chest
Where scarlet rivers freely flow
Dawns the hour of the crow
Oh, what horrors...
A shadow creeping through the trees
Not so much as a sound
Yet nothing living to be found
Like a pen drained of ink
Longing for crimson drink
Centuries of ravenous thirst
Fangs mark the damned and cursed
The stench of the grave’s earthen bed
Stirs the restless dead
Eyes fixate on virgin breast
The pulsing heart beneath the chest
Where scarlet rivers freely flow
Dawns the hour of the crow
Oh, what horrors...
#death
#evil
#murder
#night
#shadows
75 reads
3 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 8:38am
4th Jan 2025 8:38am
Your face
I put on your face today...
...your slutty clothes -
and a dab of cheap perfume...
so I could be you and do...
...the whore things you do everyday.
I didn't want to put on your face today...
...or your slutty clothes -
especially that dab of skank perfume!
I don't want to be you and do...
...the whore things you do everyday!
You forced me to walk the streets...
...and answer to your name...
because they are horny and you are cheap!
I didn't want to...but I did it!
Do you love me mommy?
Here's the...
...your slutty clothes -
and a dab of cheap perfume...
so I could be you and do...
...the whore things you do everyday.
I didn't want to put on your face today...
...or your slutty clothes -
especially that dab of skank perfume!
I don't want to be you and do...
...the whore things you do everyday!
You forced me to walk the streets...
...and answer to your name...
because they are horny and you are cheap!
I didn't want to...but I did it!
Do you love me mommy?
Here's the...
#dirty
#evil
#sex
92 reads
2 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2025 5:54am
3rd Jan 2025 5:54am
The Smell of Fear
Ah, the perfume of terror, thick and sweet!
It coils, invisible tendrils in the air
A fragrant hymn to my ravenous heat
A banquet drawn from mortal despair
It rises, oh, it rises, from quaking flesh
That wretched vessel of trembling clay
Trembling breath makes the essence fresh
As their spirits rot and minds decay
I scent it now, that nectar, that prize
A symphony writ in the notes of dread
It speaks to me in their widening eyes
Where shadows dwell and hope has fled
Oh, how it lingers, how it taints the breeze ...
It coils, invisible tendrils in the air
A fragrant hymn to my ravenous heat
A banquet drawn from mortal despair
It rises, oh, it rises, from quaking flesh
That wretched vessel of trembling clay
Trembling breath makes the essence fresh
As their spirits rot and minds decay
I scent it now, that nectar, that prize
A symphony writ in the notes of dread
It speaks to me in their widening eyes
Where shadows dwell and hope has fled
Oh, how it lingers, how it taints the breeze ...
#dark
#evil
#fear
#horror
#monsters
65 reads
2 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 6:18pm
2nd Jan 2025 6:18pm
And The Devil Wept
How art thou fallen, O Sin, my fairest blight
Once crowned with guile now rended by thine own!
Thy venom turns upon thyself in spite
And leaves me wailing on my burning throne
O treacherous spawn of my infernal flame
Why dost thou feast upon thy tainted kin?
Thy hunger knows no end, nor heeds my claim
For thou art thine own foe, O cursed Sin!
Behold the ruin wrought by thine own lust
Each vice devours the seed that gave it birth
Pride's lofty tower crumbles into dust
By envy’s claws and wrath that scorches earth
...
Once crowned with guile now rended by thine own!
Thy venom turns upon thyself in spite
And leaves me wailing on my burning throne
O treacherous spawn of my infernal flame
Why dost thou feast upon thy tainted kin?
Thy hunger knows no end, nor heeds my claim
For thou art thine own foe, O cursed Sin!
Behold the ruin wrought by thine own lust
Each vice devours the seed that gave it birth
Pride's lofty tower crumbles into dust
By envy’s claws and wrath that scorches earth
...
#dark
#devil
#evil
#morality
#religion
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Hellarchy
Poem Published
1st Jan 2025 8:20pm
1st Jan 2025 8:20pm
Euphoric
Call me the fallen
You test me, I'm all in
This baggage I'm hauling
Is strange and appauling
You know not who you face
Forgotten, no trace
The lot that you chase
Gone rotten, erased
Empty is your future
Lonely is your now
Your existence is putred
You will be disemboweled
Stagnant is my hatred
Into the winds, I howl
Your demise is fated
Soul behind your eyes is fowl
A sacrifice of blood
Floating up to the sky
Malice gushing like a flood
I wrote you my goodbye
Once...
You test me, I'm all in
This baggage I'm hauling
Is strange and appauling
You know not who you face
Forgotten, no trace
The lot that you chase
Gone rotten, erased
Empty is your future
Lonely is your now
Your existence is putred
You will be disemboweled
Stagnant is my hatred
Into the winds, I howl
Your demise is fated
Soul behind your eyes is fowl
A sacrifice of blood
Floating up to the sky
Malice gushing like a flood
I wrote you my goodbye
Once...
#dark
#death
#evil
#horror
#murder
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Hellarchy
Poem Published
1st Jan 2025 8:12pm
1st Jan 2025 8:12pm
Before I Wake
Black is my heart
I wake with a start
From nightmares so sweet
Wish I could return
To work I depart
To practice my art
I might find a treat
A victim to burn
I'll set body aflame
No face and no name
You're merely a doll
Meant to keep me enthralled
What's left when I'm done?
Blackened remains, I'm stunned
From the odor I run
This method, no fun
Next I'll try a mallet
Should satisfy my...
I wake with a start
From nightmares so sweet
Wish I could return
To work I depart
To practice my art
I might find a treat
A victim to burn
I'll set body aflame
No face and no name
You're merely a doll
Meant to keep me enthralled
What's left when I'm done?
Blackened remains, I'm stunned
From the odor I run
This method, no fun
Next I'll try a mallet
Should satisfy my...
#dark
#death
#evil
#horror
#murder
59 reads
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NP_NP
Poem Published
31st Dec 2024 4:35pm
31st Dec 2024 4:35pm
Hellhounds
Hellhounds nipping at my heels, will I get away? I have seen the brilliance of heaven and the shadows of hell, but neither held any allure for me. In a haze of alcohol, I made a careless toast with a stranger, promising my soul for a taste of Bukowski’s infamy. I never imagined a demon would be eavesdropping on my drunken bravado. Let me recount the tale of why I abandoned whiskey. One night, after too much of it, I fell into a deep, restless sleep. I awoke to find myself in a strange, foreboding place. A demon, unmistakably so, stood before me. My eyes focused on a grim scene: a crematorium,...
#dreams
#evil
#horror
#nightmares
#shadows
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