Least Read Poems About Murder
#murder
Nightmare Written in Blood
Nightmares
Is it possible to write away
a lifetime of pain and rage
stabbing every inch of the paper
with my pen
Could each slashing stroke
form letters that spell a path to
forget the abuse, those sneaky
bedroom visits to "check in on me"
Will the ink bleed and the pain
somehow pour onto this page
forming a river of suffering with a
current that flows away from me
Should I let the tears go
that form a well of anger within me
writing a watercolor masterpiece of
innocence lost,...
Is it possible to write away
a lifetime of pain and rage
stabbing every inch of the paper
with my pen
Could each slashing stroke
form letters that spell a path to
forget the abuse, those sneaky
bedroom visits to "check in on me"
Will the ink bleed and the pain
somehow pour onto this page
forming a river of suffering with a
current that flows away from me
Should I let the tears go
that form a well of anger within me
writing a watercolor masterpiece of
innocence lost,...
#abuse
#murder
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7 Comments
Black and Red
It asked how I feel inside
and I replied
black and red
Are there other words to use instead
I’m sure there are but like I said,
black and red
If you peeled it all away
all that stays is
black and red
Bleeding like a river
as you start to shiver
a soft sweet whisper
black and red…
and I replied
black and red
Are there other words to use instead
I’m sure there are but like I said,
black and red
If you peeled it all away
all that stays is
black and red
Bleeding like a river
as you start to shiver
a soft sweet whisper
black and red…
#dark
#MentalHealth
#murder
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3 Comments
Sizzle and Slip
It’s funny how the little things breed,
crawling in your skin, up your spine
into the mind, sizzling~
weak, scrawny little boy, fucked, burned
and whispered to by the devil
I died back then, it’s cool
The pain never bothered me, it was the
fear, I hated being afraid so I let that
die as well, everything falls away until
all you are is nothing, empty and alone,
a heart cold and blackened
eats at the soul daily
War left me a killer, a life of abuse mingled
with service, spiced up by prison, but I
have strength and...
crawling in your skin, up your spine
into the mind, sizzling~
weak, scrawny little boy, fucked, burned
and whispered to by the devil
I died back then, it’s cool
The pain never bothered me, it was the
fear, I hated being afraid so I let that
die as well, everything falls away until
all you are is nothing, empty and alone,
a heart cold and blackened
eats at the soul daily
War left me a killer, a life of abuse mingled
with service, spiced up by prison, but I
have strength and...
#MentalHealth
#murder
23 reads
3 Comments
Three Clowns for Samhain

#corruption
#dark
#Halloween
#horror
#murder
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It Wasn't A Wonderful Life
Some people were upset and they said it was unfair.
George Bailey killed old man Potter and he went to the electric chair.
George discovered that the eight thousand was stolen by Potter.
George became enraged and he was angry enough to slaughter.
George went to Potter's house with his gun and he shot him through the heart.
As they strapped George to the electric chair, he knew his decision wasn't smart.
George refused to have his head shaven and his hair burst into flames.
Poor George truly became a hot head and he only had himself to blame.
George...
George Bailey killed old man Potter and he went to the electric chair.
George discovered that the eight thousand was stolen by Potter.
George became enraged and he was angry enough to slaughter.
George went to Potter's house with his gun and he shot him through the heart.
As they strapped George to the electric chair, he knew his decision wasn't smart.
George refused to have his head shaven and his hair burst into flames.
Poor George truly became a hot head and he only had himself to blame.
George...
#death
#fiction
#murder
#parody
#Christmas
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One Last Time
The sex was average,
that was likely my fault for abducting you
but then I still enjoyed myself
The murder was exquisite
random and ill planned, surely I'll be caught
unless of course I'm gone
I covered myself in your blood
and played with you until I became
sticky
I hung myself above your corpse
so as I rot, I will once again be on top of you
pleasuring myself one last time
that was likely my fault for abducting you
but then I still enjoyed myself
The murder was exquisite
random and ill planned, surely I'll be caught
unless of course I'm gone
I covered myself in your blood
and played with you until I became
sticky
I hung myself above your corpse
so as I rot, I will once again be on top of you
pleasuring myself one last time
#sex
#murder
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