(I honestly don't know what got into me, but i REALLY wanted to write something dark...)
My mentality is insanity and all of humanity is stuck in technicality while the sanity of humanity is weakening evermore.
My despair is unimpaired to those whom wimpier of simple pains. While...
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Wandering through the valley of emptiness, Haunted by old demons and new, Trying to escape the loneliness,Can't stop thinking of you, Strolling over the path of a lost mind, My love for you is breaking me,Trying to find a way out,but I'm blind,I shall never be free, walking on...
I feel it beating in my heart
Its fangs bared and talons glare
It hungers now for a taste
It wants to drag its claws against the flesh
And sink its fangs within
Let it hear you howl
And maybe you'll live through the prowl
i loved hem. . . loved hem so damn much.....still do god damn me! Why do i love hem dont ask me i have no clue i should hate hem!!! but i dont i cant i have tried. i felt my skin crawling i wanted to scream i was so discusted with myself!! he didnt love me he didnt appriciate me...
SOME ONES MIND.....I want to see the world through someone else'seyes i want to know what it is like to be alivenot a dead soul waiting to die longing for theone thing i long to do take a blade and sliceit through kill the whispers and the screamsthe nightmares when i dream i...
Heart of stone,eyes of ice.
I'll kill you once,I'll kill you twice.
You'll slowly die,
Again and again.
Each time you breathe out,
Each time you breathe in.
I have no guilt,I have no fear.
I am far, yet still so near.
Lungs inhaling poison,
Eyes glowing in the dark...
does it all mean
What is the purpose of living
After many years here
Life has taught me
The only reason to live is to love
And the gift of life is to receive love
Nothing is more important
When you’ve tried everything
Fortune, sex, drugs Rock n Roll
Nothing can satisfy the...
my heart beats dimly in my ear
the ring fading fast
like an echo of footsteps down a hall
my life force vibrates just between my palms
nowhere else to be found
ushering a trickle of tepid water
from the dark corners of my eyes
is this visit finally over?
How can i keep my faith when everything isnt going right?
How can i keep going when all the fears come rushing back into my mind?
They always tell me "You'll be fine, just keep believing"
Sometimes i just want to stop believing.
I just dont see it!
I want to give up soo bad...
Many times I flied to sky
though I felt myself just fade
shudder, darkness seek to hold
shudder, light consume my world
Fleeing, seeking, no one there
I'm alone and searching hope
broken tablets of that time
a promise written in the past
Drowning eyes which search the sky
Death is on my mindThe final refuge from allThat is bitterThe end is ourOnly PoetryIs a flower fragrant ifIt crumbles in out handIs love sweet if itinflects painThe days are full of wantand sadnessThe night time is a whoreDeath is on my mind
I don't AIM or PROGNOSTICATE or SET as a GOAL to write DARK poetry.
On the one had I see myself as a kind of vessel that hold infinite experiences and memories and words and thoughts which were not spoken and were forbidden and shunned and thus hidden
and so now at last I...
Through the eyes of a child
There is wonder & curiosity
A sense of adventure
Yet, an innocent naivety
To the obstacles that undoubtedly lie ahead
Through the eyes of a child
There is so much more to this world
Than money or fashion
So much more than surviving
Instead, a child...
As her life slowely walks past her lonely world...
She crys her last tear....
She laughs her last laugh...
She smokes her last light...
She fights her last fight....
But before she goes...
She wants them to remember her...
She writes a letter...thinking them...for all that they...
Amber waves of a scent so striking
I feel as though I may be struck
So deep, so dark, an un-dividing
Heartless passion, a poisonous lust
But oh the joys my death does bring
Although hellish, my soul does sing
Life's only true certainty is death
So pick your poison
With no regrets...
Once upon a midnight hour
I came across a beautiful flower
I thought it was the nightingale
I smelled the flower to unveil
It smelled so sweet
It entered my mind
The identity of the scent
Was to find
I rubbed its petals on my face
Its velvet touch it felt like lace
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He comes to you in
the day. He comes
to you at night.
He is your Shadow.
He is your Mind.
He'll Seek your Light.
When Delirium Comes
to you, Don't run.
for He'll think it
But just Remember.
You'll only Meet
Him in a...
This is my first poem with a Gothic Drear. Enjoy...
Oh the agony that lives in my heart
The loss of my beloved is tearing me apart
It was a villain in the night, the villain's name was Death
My eyes are now waterfalls! I have lost my beauty's breath
I am doomed to face life...
(Midwinderblood by Marcus Sedgwick):
The wind doth blow today, my love,
And a few small drops of rain;
I never had but one true-love,
In a cold grave he was lain.
I’ll do as much for my true-love
As any young girl may;
I’ll sit and mourn all at his grave
For a twelvemonth...
Spontaneous human cohabitation
freedom becomes her
as she slips through the safehouse door,
the grimy grip of her ex-best friend's lover leads the way...
Strange eyes bypass introductions
she answers to no one,
not even the desperado
who soothes her illfated...
None can allay a pain ascending,
For this agony seems never-ending.
I screech out "Nevermore!",
As it burns on through the night.
I cannot survive! I cannot endure!
What accumulates with fright.
"Help!" I screech in haunting pain.
My heart, my soul, has begun to wane.
Stain my soul crimson red,
Empty out my heart.
Tear my mind right from my head,
It was twisted from the start.
Let another memory,
Shatter on the floor.
Broken shards of misery,
That will haunt me evermore.
Jaded eyes still gleaming,
With the lust of my first kiss.
Definitely not one of my best. But hey, the words come to mind, and I write 'em down.
Little white skies
Big blue eyes
Masked with innocence
Hope is floating away
Faltering your strength
Puts the blood coverd blanket over her poor pale face crying...
She had cut the last cut...
As she bleeds out she screams for Mersey...
No one heres here...
She is gone...
the felling of the stupid ******* that made her fell the way she did reappeared...
She felt there hateful...
Here we stay
Not stand but lay
In this old house
Conquered by cobwebs
And Shadowed sunlight
It lingers in the air...
All of our dying hopes and dreams
We must ignore
That there is no door
As we ourselves lie weeping
Here we stay
Not stand but lay...
The moonlight beams through
These church windows
As I sit and kneel for forgiveness
The images spear my mind
Of the foul act I committed
But the choir boys are so...so..
I weep in this moonlit church
Asking for forgivness
I weep alone.
She is staring at her husband admiring his face,
Thinking to herself she is in a happy place,
She leans toward his face, and gives him the kiss,
That gives her mind one moments bliss,
A tear comes down her face, knowing she wanted more,
She closes his casket and heads to the door...
There is a corner,Hidden away from those who do not bleed,The blade brings blood,The walls are covered a crimson shade,Dark secrets told there each day,Under the place where people dwell,The cutters go and do their thing,Depression and tears,Anger and fears,Horrid thoughts spoken...
pretty pictures of death
tangled up in bloodied bedsheets
a subtle knife
next to my busted mainline
still pumping out visions..
i thought about giving the monster a call
with my last request
but a lethal injection
wasn't going to do any dignified tricks..
i had to...
and deep alleys we have to cross
Lares shaking heads as we dash along
For in our struggle for worth,
Others find a reason for mirth.
Penniless times and starving moments as we recall
They do nothing but eat away at our call
Panting in between...