LullabySoftly spoken words seep through the darkLullaby3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
like tender hands massaging tensed up necks.
A hidden face, the eyes do glow like sparks,
a tranquilizing rhythm so complex.
I feel a warmth as I am calming down,
a pleasant warmth I hope will never leave.
It clothes me in the finest dressing gown
my pain the day has caused me to relieve.
But comfort is a devious deceit
contrived without the strife a soul to reap.
A clever trick too late I did conceit,
and so it came that Death sang me to sleep.
[for a story] Careful CarefulCareful with my purpled skin,[for a story] Careful Careful3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Red-streaked flesh and face of stone,
Eyes of glass and kicked-up shins;
careful, careful - I am damage-prone.
Careful with my weed-like hair,
jagged teeth and jutting bones,
smoke-filled mouth and needle-stare;
careful, careful - I am damage-prone.
Careful with my cracked-up surface,
with canyon-wounds all angled wrong -
all the edges pointing outwards...
careful, careful - I am damage-prone.
Untitledbuild a home out of defiant wailsUntitled1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
plant nightmares and sage
bar the doors.
give up all intellectual pursuits
open your pores to artificial light
highlight your wrinkles
stain your lips with beet juice
scratch the skin above your heart.
complete the ritual.
sing during the night
trim your wings into curious shapes
close all but two of your eyes.
sweat out the poisons you feed yourself
take control of your twitching muscles
beg for nothing to happen.
steal your partner’s clothes.
weave them into a nest.
make soothing huffing noises in the night.
give birth to the sea
forgive every kindness
erase all your imprints and shadows.
The SlaveA man of sordid glory,The Slave3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
paying the Devil's price.
Hear now his dark story,
a story sure to entice.
Born in the darkness,
he is a child of Hell.
Born to be heartless,
hear Man's death knell.
Feared son of the Dark,
breaker and stealer of of souls.
The damned bear his Mark,
their sins serving as Hellfire's coals.
Collecting the Devil's dues,
but coveting the dark throne.
Believing that the he couldn't lose,
his curse was then sown.
Falling from the Dark's graces,
he was cast down into the Pit.
His body Hellfire embraces,
his body's veins were slit.
Broken to a withered husk,
chained by Hell-forged steel.
Tortured from dawn to dusk,
manacled to be brought to heel.
All who dare to serve the Devil,
your punishment and pain he will crave.
In your eternal suffering he will revel,
and you will forever be his slave.
Hush baby don't you cryMy end is soon to come.Hush baby don't you cry3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My heart is like a fading drum.
no pulse, and nary a smile
as my blood pools on the cold tile.
The only thing keeping my life
is the trust in this rusty knife. :iconknifeplz:
He talks to me, he tells me "it's okay"
but he also knows I'm not here to stay.
He slices, he takes another drag
until my skin concaves and starts to sag.
I scream until my..
taking in the impact of the relapse.
I wave my goodbyes and goodnights,
but now I have to turn out the lights.
Just leave me here, leave me be
to finish this hellish symphony.
Hush now, don't you cry.
It was my time to die.
Hush baby, don't you weep,
soon you'll go just as deep.
TEN LITTLE VICTIMS PoemTEN LITTLE VICTIMSTEN LITTLE VICTIMS Poem2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ten little victims
Sat down to dine,
One ate the poisoned bread
And then there were nine
Nine little victims
The cops are running late,
One tries to go outside
And then there were eight
Eight little victims
Praying up to heaven,
One strays too far away
And then there were seven
Seven little victims
Tick, tick, tick
The clock topples over
And then there were six
Six little victims
Running for their lives,
One trips and falls down
And then there were five
Five little victims
Locking all the doors,
One locks herself outside
And then there were four
Four little victims
Scared as can be
One wrings his hands to stubs
And then there were three
Three little victims
Wondering what to do,
Their food supplies are running low-
And then there were two
Two little victims
Waiting for the sun,
One cries herself to sleep
And then there was one
One little victim
Never going home
He puts a bullet in his brain
And now I'm alone
Ten little victims
Didn't they have fun?
Think you could do
The Joker : The Inner Monologue of a MadmanIts 3:00 am, curious thoughts running through my mind.The Joker : The Inner Monologue of a Madman5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Answers to Paradoxical riddles impossible to find.
Push pause, then stop, then play, and then rewind.
Every game has royal flush, a full-house and a two of a kind.
So many things to contemplate, is it by choice or is it fate?
Doubt leads to undoubtedly new terrain, where it crosses the black and white borders of remarkably insane.
Will I live? or will I die? Will I love? or will I lie?
A grim smile marks the memories of my bitter past.
Will this day be better than the last?
Eyes trained to only see in the dark abyss.
A maniacal laughter escapes my lips.
Hahahahaha Why so serioussssss?
A tick , a tock
a small cell block.
A ding, a dong
A slow fuse bomb.
A smile, a frown a princely clown.
Is chaos so chaotic if it gets people to move?
Is it really a crime if there's nothing to prove?
An anarchy circus with nothing to lose.
A poker face, when you're not able to choose?
A face behind a clown mask, a mask behind that face,
Lets just pou
True loveIn my room you layTrue love2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You look so perfect there
I'm glad you decided to stay
I can finally feel your hair...
Thank you for being here
The fun may now begin
Now I'll never overhear
You say you love her again
I'll take advantage of this time
I will not delay
Soon they will discover my crime
and you will start to decay
When the one true love may die..Creak, goes the door,When the one true love may die..2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Empty footsteps on the floor,
Why am I living anymore?
The window is tapped,
The glass is all cracked,
In this realm my soul is forever entrapped.
In the door we go,
Through the layers of dust we plough,
And back to the mansion where nobody goes.
In the closets skeletons hide,
The bedroom, my preserved dead bride,
When, when can I finally die?
Finally, no more I see,
The living realm I have finally leaved,
And with my bride I may finally be.
Angel.: Angel :.Angel3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Their flaming blade, etched in runes, poised high,
Something so terrifying, it even makes demons shy,
Hidden under a chillingly dark hood,
To bring man to his knees, they could.
One glance sears one's eyes out, each step brings them nearer.
All of our fears are but a reflection of them, in the mirror.
Spirits scream at the burn of the runed blade,
And yet, to be a servant was why they were made.
They beckon from beyond death,
Beyond lies, beyond sin and Seth.
Beneath the cloak of grey,
It is with souls they play.
With one breath they could kill,
And yet, they serve higher's will.
A terrifying being, where at the devil's throat rests their knife,
And yet This hooded horror is a loving guardian of the afterlife.
End Revenge PornEnd Revenge Porn1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A darkness settles over
Painting my skin
Skewering my heart with my own blood within
As its eyes look right through
My tear-stained bosom
And begin to rip away all which I have
My pores are infested
Scent of pure fear
And black fur grows from me when I look in the mirror
Acid pours down my throat
To its cheer
The demon whose hand guides the glass; my grave digger
The night brings the eyes
And sharpened claws
As they tear into my neck, no remorse for the cause
Release would offer salvation
Does it say
To give in to my nightmares by light of day
But it pelts rocks at me
I can’t hide
It sees me bleeding, it sees me cry
Heaven lies at the end of a knot
It’s a lie
But I can’t help but feel it might just be right
And it laughs as it feeds me
Its amber poison
And sees my mind it’s really destroying
Maybe one more would hurt
I messed up
It almost won the night I didn’t wake up.
Le patientMa vie est semblable à la courbe de la cardiographie d'un mortLe patient1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On essaye de le réanimer, mais en vain
Les petits pics ne le sauveront pas du sort
Cette tension qu'on lui attribue, au cœur lui vint
Alors, lui apparait une faible lueur d'espoir
Qui partira avec son "Au revoir"
Les dernières paroles son sacrées
Au monde, il n'a pu révéler ses secrets
Tout n'était qu'un mystère
Qui finit sous terre
Sa vie s'est résumée à ce graphique
Et moi, je suis ce chemin diabolique
Forgotten AuroraDestined to let lifetimes past.Forgotten Aurora3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Before her prince came at last.
Nine long months proceed.
Give birth to his seed.
Revived from the prick of a finger.
Truth and lies still seem to linger.
Plot to slaughter her Sun and Moon.
Fed them to their father with a spoon.
Or rather maliciously killed a goat.
At least that's what was wrote.
Then captured and burned at stake.
Saved again by her prince without break.
Lived to begin yet another chapter.
And supposedly lived happily ever after.
Daughter of The DevilWrapped in lace and venomous thornsDaughter of The Devil1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like The Deadly Widow when she mourns
She does not hide in secret corners
Satan's descendant, serving his orders
Light may disturb her tranquil darkness
But it'll bend for the grace of her madness
Anthem of Deceit and Decease plays in her tongue
Hear the lyrics of a sinner with the tone of a monk
The dame's craft is to read what you conceal
So she may offer potions but they do not heal
Owls and crows, black cats and toads
Spiders, snakes, and faceless shapes
Chant her name as she renews the old ritual
The Widow is to fete with her trophy's funeral
The House on Wilbury StreetI stood fore that beckoning doorThe House on Wilbury Street1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A chill rose up from the floor
Creeping up my spine
Those legs of mine
But pillars of stone
Seemingly leaving me alone
As I stood immobile
Something terribly vile
Rose from 'neath loose plank
'Twas a wretched wrank
Heard that house gron
From every corner moan
To beckon or warn; unsure
So as things were
Made little to no sense
What possessed my feet
To visit Wilbury Street
For all this deserted Manor?
No; neither nor
Held an once of sense
Let alone healthy intelligence
Yet, I stood; when shaking
Awaiting a rude awakening
Fear dancing 'pon my tongue
As the door inward swung.
Though no soul was there
Naught as gaping air
Gloom 'pon gloom
Some desecrated tomb
Appeared to summon me
I wished but to flee
My rationality was gone
So I was drawn
O'er the threshold
Lungs burning from mold
The portis swiftly sealed
As I reeled
Seeking hold in the drear
Chest bursting with fear
House still groaning
Walls still moaning
From the darkness; a scream
Left OversI'll piece them together from what is left overLeft Overs1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of Billy and Suzie and their small dog Rover.
I told them my lab was no place for their tricks
But what has befallen them now I will fix.
Arise for me Billy and Suzie and Rover
Or at least the new beast made from what was left over.
Delivery, Not Deliverance, 2They will be frightened by our feral power.Delivery, Not Deliverance, 21 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Its very horror will take their last breath
away . . . just like that! We pounce and devour
them at the moment we scare them to death.
Jeff the killer: A Killer SmileI find it quite shocking,Jeff the killer: A Killer Smile1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That there's always a knocking.
All the voices in my head,
Just want everyone dead.
I hated the pin people seemed to make,
I always wore a smile,
But knew that it was fake.
Tonight I'm at your house,
Creeping through the halls,
Quiet as a mouse.
I enter your room,
Just staying for awhile.
I stand in the corner,
With my killer smile.
In your bed you stir from a dream,
Seeing me in the corner,
You start to scream.
I jump on your bed, not making a peep,
Covering your mouth I whisper,
Go. To. Sleep.
The chaseHurry, hurry, hurry along,The chase1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Run as fast as you can,
Your days won't last long,
As quick as you are,
I'm gaining ground,
Run, run, run along,
Half the fun is chasing you down.
Too far.The crimson red clashed elegantly against her porcelain pale skin.Too far.3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Her hands shook and she decided that she must take a look.
Only to find she's not what she thought she had been.
Her eyes wide, could not hide the terrible sin.
Nor could they hide the fear inside, that made her head spin.
Her body seemed to be so paralyzed and stuck to the floor
That she now had no place to run, no place to hide..
When the men came running through the door.
Life had finally handed her the bill.
She remembered, somewhere in a book it said;
"Thou shall not kill."
Engulfed by ShadowsInnocent, timid eyesEngulfed by Shadows1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Widen in terror before darkness
Completely engulfs her
TiredWho would wash my empty tears,Tired5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
in this world where we're undone?
Who could fight my inner fears ,
if even in the crowd i'm alone?
I want to smile,to laugh loudly,
under the sun with all my friends,
but i'm in my room,my mind,
hardly Trying to put at this an end.
I've cried before,i'm crying now,
and it seems stupid,totally useless,
the freeze inside starts to grow,
the rage of everything high and useless.
Hug, Kiss, love, friends,
all words distant,filled with pain.
Why for my soul i have to spend
all myself in a darkly rain?
Pig v. WolfAs shadows fall, the full moon rises,Pig v. Wolf3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And a howling fills the cool night air,
Signaling the impending crisis,
Of the beast stepping forth from its lair.
The doors are locked, and the widows barred,
The villagers all shiver in fright,
The peace of this quiet night is marred
By sharp fangs that are glistening white.
It is sharp of tooth, and fierce of claw,
It stands high above the tallest man,
Many of which it’s devoured raw,
And just as many, in terror, ran.
The hunters prepare to end the beast,
Their arrowheads sharp and silver-tipped
And doubly blessed by the village priest,
None speak, out of fear, all are tight lipped.
The clack of claws upon cobblestone
Draws the hunters attentive senses,
They are many, the beasts stands alone,
Still there is fear, no brave pretenses.
They stalk out through the churches large door,
Silver arrows all sharpened and drawn,
Chained in the courtyard as bait, a boar,
Toothed, vicious, and possessing great brawn.
The hunters arrive as beast meets b