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Burial if you find this

please

cremate my feelings

put my thoughts in a mausoleum
bury my heart in a wooden coffin

dump my soul into the sea

but

just leave my body here.

CannibalWhat a taste which has scarred the very life out of me, and I cannot seem to get such a taste out of my

Mouth, mushing such hymns only to buzz out and roll back and forth over my tongue, for I am deathly

Frightened my mind has swept into the bitter delusion of darkness, and has made my flesh have the

Urge to seek pleasure, which I so do not wish to conquer, I am hungry for the chase such ones should

Hurry and stab out the light, for I am ready to taste the blood and let it run down my chin, cease for your

Life, for I cannot seem to hold this grudge any longer, so please forgive me when I bulge and rip through

Your skin, for it is not wh

Recreate and ControlFormaldehyde bracelets twined bitterly with dusted cuffs of expected rust; a must to overprotect the masses, for their minds contain our very lust.

Twice paid the price our souls have completed, to deplete the credentials from exterior's precision; it maintains the strength we have always needed, one to eliminate the wisdom's decision.

To the highest of clouds we stray near subduction, our rays of lied blindness obscure those in the plains; factories of children lay wasted in grounds, here shall begin our wretched games.

Birthed before us the acquainted fallen, risen now are the mindless dead; our slaves have at last clearly awakened, let

Death's HandsGo ahead and peel back my skin, so you can see the pain I have for so long enclosed trickle down from

My veins, here I lie with such agonizing symptoms, how maddening it is to see me this way, so go ahead

And build me a bed in the earth, while doing so cover me up with the dark earthen grain, I am merely

Paralyzed and here I remain as my blood sinks deep down into the roots, making the earth feel numb,

I am blessed with death’s hands, as it takes and devours me with no mercy intact, but how long can you

Remain with such a secret, without festering thoughts beginning to go about around your mind, making

You tower over with guilt&he

Death WalkEyes closed you can still feel the night
Darkness embraces this loss of sight
Listen quite closely and you shall find
There is no such thing as silence of mind
Thoughts wailing in a scream and roll
Shrieking banshees twirling out of control
Overwhelmed these sounds tear within thee
Eyes sewn shut by fright and no longer see
Lost within this seemingly timeless breath
The path we walk is the path of death

L'Ankou des pluies

La Mort va, la nuit,
Par les chemins creux,
Trempés de pluie,
Nourrir de vie
Le froid appétit
De sa lame.

House Of The DamnedHouse Of The Damned

The ghost felt forgotten in the house of the damned
Since his wife and child had died in a car crash
The madness and depression had set in
He spent night after night in his office
Listening to the voices in his head
And writing in his journal
Short stories, poems and observations
He thought he had an unique talent
A modern day Edgar Allan Poe
After his death he hoped he would be famous
He sent his poetry to publishers
But always got a negative response
The alcohol helped ease the pain
Dampened down the negative thoughts
One night everything fell apart
He played a piece of sad classical music
He took a few pills and some r

Treated like a StrangerMerciless creature you have bitten off my wings and devoured them whole, in promise that my hope

Would be gone, you left me for dead in this dreary pool of blood, why do you treat me like a stranger,

What did I do to deserve such silence? why can we not be more than this, if you want to play then I’ll

Pretend and have it my way, I will tape your mouth so I can say I have won, nothing pays to have such

Silence of yours, and see your cunning eyes go back into your skull, I am but a joker and you are the

King mocking me with your surrounding peasants, but you just wait for such mockery will lead

To your undoing……

Ode to the SirenShe calls to me with song and my strong heart melts,
Like iron cast into the forge,
Enthralled by her beauty I come forward,
Even though I know,
That she only seeks to gorge,
Upon my flesh,
Staring up into her eyes,
I know that smarter guys would despise,
My utter weakness to her spell,
Gnawing my neck down to the bone,
I know that she will drag me into the depths Hell,
But it is as if my legs are cast in stone,
I do not flee even though I see,
Imminent doom approaching,
As the reapers come for me,
Isn’t it tragic,
How I have fallen victim to her magic?
----Engraved into the walls of a vacant ship docked
within the harbor of Port

No One Can Hear You ScreamSilence prevails,
an endless, comfortless silence,
which is worse than death,
because you remain conscious
of how utterly alone you are.

All dreams are nightmares
that come without sleep
when you never know if you
are awake.

Time is without meaning,
and you begin to wonder
if you still have any existence,
even madness dare not tread here,
but instead something worse,
and yet unnamable, unknowable,
the utter loss of self.

Denied even the mercy
of waiting upon death,
when you cannot even be certain
of what life is any longer.

How easily the mind turns against you,
begins to consume itself,
and you can no longer trust your own thoughts,

DespairAcross the bellowing sky comes abroad and leads to a road, full of longing screams and cries, with voices

Telling curious souls not to go farther for they will become perished with bellowing plagues accustomed

To the lurking sonnets, hoping such ones will come to take away their sins, and free their lost locked

Away minds, a recipe for despair over scourges the land, blinding already swelled bloodied eyes, such

Burning emptiness enters into this road of vile obscenities, only to swallow those up ablaze who are

Weak and inferior, whose hearts have already bursted open being liable to suffer….

MirrorTake one look at yourself,
"What are you?"

The figure remains motionless,
Clear orbs glaring icy daggers,
Mouth curving into a twisted snarl,
Hands finally moving at lightning speed,
Palms colliding with the fragile barrier.

"What are you!?"

A jagged smirk is painted on the figure,
Laughter resonates from within,
Sick and disturbing and wicked,
Fear begins to invade your mind,
As your body trembles along with it.

The glass is cracking,
Shiny shards scatter across the floor,
Crimson liquid oozes out,
Soaking into everything.

"Stop it! That’s enough!"

'Only you can stop it,
But will you?'

The sealed room continues to fill,
With no

~Death Poem"One Moon, Many Stars
One Murderer, Many Deaths
If You Wake Up With This Text,
You Will Be The Next"

Catching death of coldIt’s cold, COLD, there’s frost and icicles at me bones
Feeling cold, COLD, I stand and face the chill alone
No sun, no moon, no stars, nothing to tell me what time it is
Oh it’s cold, it’s COLD, and now my mind’s all gone to frizz

With the arctic at my backdoor, and winter at me front
The frost and chill be prowling, I can feel it on the hunt
Icy vines they creeping up my arms, tiny tendrils they unfurl
Feeling cold, COLD, winter’s dominating my world.

Jack Frost has come to take me, he’s broken into my home
Sees my heart be icy cold, yet warm blood beneath my bones
His winter’s all about me,

anthropophagii would like to devour you
gorge myself on your curves
and contours, your entire
being

/until i become you/

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Fucked In The HeadI'm pretty fucked in the head, that I'll admit
and yeah, sometimes the shit I spit is kind of sick
And like a flip of a light switch I can lose it.
I've made my mistakes, fallen from grace
My thoughts always race, the voices make my head ache
Everyone's so fake, that I can't take
So leave me alone, for fuck's sake.

I don't expect you to understand this
or why I enjoy every minute of death's kiss
the cold on my lips, of both horror and bliss
And the enemies that dis with all their bullshit
they'll end up falling into the abyss.

I wish I could kill everyday
I wish these fucking voices would go away
but still, they always stay
no

Psychotic BraincellsWho am I? You'll never know
Theres parts of me I'll never show
because I've been high and I've been low
but I don't really care though.
I'm a psycho, thats no lie
something I can't deny, don't know why
but i'd rather die than have you see me cry.
I like the ones that fight
I love slitting my wrists at night
I give everybody a fright
I'm drained of all light
sanity is out of sight
The only thing keeping me going is pure hatred and spite.

As a kid they knew I was fucked up
Just a mistake, never enough
Never wanted to be weak, so I acted tough
but I never knew it'd be this rough.
And the voices won't stop talking
now I'm follow

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They're Coming To Get Me

by ~SolitaryChild, Dec 16, 2012, 9:18:31 PM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

I try to replace my hurt with hate
trying to erase each and every mistake
I look at the clock, its getting late
but I still just wanna stay awake.
because I've been having these dreams
they're coming to get me
demons with bat wings
and visions so bloody
but sometimes its lovely
my eyes all buggy
I can't tell reality from whats in my head
I don't need any rest, I'll get enough sleep when I'm dead
instead I just sit and try to deal with it
laughing like its funny, but really its just bloody.

I see these flashes that don't make any sense
stabmarks and knife slashes, my muscles all tense
The voices in my head, I'm confused by the things I see
I'm always watching my back because everyone wants to kill me
I'll switch my heart for a target
rip you apart, til you're dead on the carpit
I'm losing my mind, I'm falling behind
But I'm still laughing, I'm over the line
And my mind is spinning, each word I write is raw
I'm getting so tired, but I don't want to sleep at all
Because they're waiting in my dreams
they're waiting for me
So I can see blood and hear screams
They're coming to get me

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I'd really like these nightmares to go away

~justoying Dec 17, 2012

this would be a great song I hope you can find a band to put this to music.

~SolitaryChild Dec 17, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks, I wish I could play or make music but I'm untalented in that stuff haha

~justoying Dec 18, 2012

I don't know where you live but in my area there are always bands looking for sexy female singers, most of them can't sing, lol.

Most of the local bands in this area don't really have good writers or talent with words or lyrics. you certainly do and write like some people eat drink screw or breathe, out of need. you have to write or something in you would wither and die.

I respect that about you and applaud it. Keep writing don't let that beautiful soul in you perish.

~Jesusholdem Dec 16, 2012

Wow didnt think some one out there was like me. And You wrote about it which just inspired me.

~SolitaryChild Dec 17, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you

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