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The soul eaterMy eyes plunged into thy soul
A hand on thy countenance
The other who tears thy heart

Thy blood flows abundantly on the floor
You cry, you scream with the help
Silly, it is too late

Tomorrow, an innocent woman will be like you
Mesmerized and trapped in my sharp claws

WordsTaking your words I crumpled them up, and put them in my little woolen pocket, every step drags

Me down for I know, I am going to have to carry them about somberly in the breeze, such pain is not

Escapable, for words clench the blood out of my heart, leaving it only to be severed with the rest of

The organs to follow, such words consume me like a dark plague, with nowhere yet but to scurry to the

Walls of my brains, knowing now what must be done, taking a knife as a relic of nonexistent fear, cutting

Only deep down to make a hole, in hope longing pain goes out, my eyes burn with lasting joy as I watch

The words fall with drips of blood,

My eyes have found the bottle,
Half full with a proclaimed solution. Consumption is my body's only need...withdrawal, it's demons kept at bay only by repetitive submission...

The bottle stares back with lifeless, nonexistent eyes...a thousand yard stare only to find me in my own mind, staring at a broken mirror at choices of mere potential...a clap of thunder snaps me from hypnosis.

A sweat grows from the soil of my pours, as my ears pick up the screaming demons drawing closer by the second...insanity is the flare that they so love to follow to my place of solitary self torture.

Closing my eyes only grants those demons the images they wer

How MaddeningDimensional relevancy paid with merely an eye, birthed from exceptions and death's cauldrons; shriveled of a blank sigh.

Two eves of shaded winters locked thrice in their places, an ocean of clear tongues to drown; blessed with the graces.

Mere conceptions of insane peculiars, with their masks and crippled boxes, of whom they speak die freshly in rugs, bleeding deep within the poxes.

And explain why are these relevant, who binds them all within blinds, a mere widow of subconscious keys; the mask without the eyes.

Little wings of white flamesGo ahead and feed the beast with bitter sweetness, and watch it come out of me and tear you to

Pieces, I am but a limp and frail ghoul hiding away in the darkness, licking away my wounds as my

Lips turn saturated red, that is why every single night I run and hide away from such ideas of mine,

As they try to take me down while trickling down my spine, when the pain comes out it will creep

Upon your skin and percolate the mind, causing you to screech in fright, running around looking for

A way to escape, and I will be but dust in the remnants of the shadows, looking in the gates for my

Little wings of white flames….

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

Night of the 13thNight of the 13th
Lines on the Wind
That night, the whole community was still
As though a strange event would befall
Then there came a solitary voice
'T was neither man nor woman, nor child
They all had gone inside and locked their doors
Nay, 't was the wind
How oft of late have I heard the voice?
I swear, it knows my name
Who could have told it?
The wind, it is a westerly flow
It has blown for many a night this week
Is there not a cemetery yon,
Somewhere in the distance, to the east?
Perchance, as it crossed a solitary grave
Someone there poke my name
When the body feels a chill, we wear a coat;
When the heart feels the chill, what can we wear?
Hark, now the wind is rattling my door
It sounds as though a hand is knocking
It has called my name again
Ah, what can this portend?

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.

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….

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……

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

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

Liar, liar, Soul on fireLiar, liar,
Soul on fire,
Now you hang
By razor wire.

You come to me,
Then try to run.
But you are caught
In my web of fun.

You return, yet again
To the towers three.
Your body and soul
Belong to me.

You try to lie,
But you only deceive yourself!
I’m no longer chasing,
Your no longer in health.

You don’t know yet,
Do you?
Well, let me show,
Walk on through.

Look around?
Recognise anything?
I’m sure you do,
I know you hear the blades singing.

You started off
In the towers,
And you escaped.
Or did you?

You lie, but only to you.
Who do you think your trying to fool?
Not me, not them, not you.
And now I say, welcome, to t

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,

Too LateThe word by which all things are governed, whispered in my ear,
That when judgment day does come, I have much to fear.
Even if I were to conjure enough desperation
To allow myself to become better,
I would still not hear the beautiful tingling
Of soft angel voices
In my head mingling.

Smoky lips summon me from one direction then the next
Always down but it does not matter from east or from west.
They say that the divine one is in all places and things,
But I don’t think it is he
Who calls out to me my name,
And many other dastardly secrets
Far from that which was tame.

Red breath of intoxication waves around a blackening heart.
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3 Years On3 Years on and I still remember you.
The days we spent laughing and talking,
I know we fought sometimes,
But when we needed eachother we were there.
I loved you always, from infant to teen.
Then you were taken. I was just 13.
I miss you with each day that passes.
Requescat in pace, mama.
You were loved by many.
Hated by few.
Respected by all.

Lilly SatouThough your eyes can not see,
You can feel I'm here.
Your blue eyes unable to grasp an image,
It must be terrible.
You may have learned to adapt,
But I feel you may be in pain.
When you hear me,
You know exactly where I am.
And when I'm in pain,
You don't know what to do.
But I'll be your eyes, Lilly.
I'll do anything I can for you.

Come to me little sisterThe man you're with,
Argues and hurts.
Your big brother is here,
To make the pain go away.
I can help you,
I promise.
But even if you choose to stay with him,
Big brother will look after you.
I made you a promise,
To be your big brother forever.
I've kept this promise,
And now I need to protect you more than ever.
Please come to me,
Come to big brother.
I can help you and save you,
But in the end it's your choice.
I'm just here to make you feel better,
I love you, little sister.
I hope you make the right choice.

Rwy'n dy garu diFrom the day we met,
I knew we'd be together forever.
In any way possible,
We'd be together.
May it be brother and sister,
Or any other kind of relationship.
We'd be together.
And now my sister must choose a path.
The path of the dragon,
Or the path of the lone star.
Which ever she chooses.
I will stand by her,
One will break me but I'll still be there.
The other will make me happier than anything else.
Because we remember little sister,
Rwy'n dy garu di.

My mindAll I see,
The sin of two lovers.
The beast of two backs,
My mind always holds the image.
Usually with one considered forbidden,
A sister,
A family member.
This should not be what I see,
I should not see me in that place.
If my sister is to get someone,
I will still see that beast with two backs.
Imagining what could of been,
But no matter,
I will wait in silence.
You never know what the future may hold.

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The world of Wonders and Terrors

by ~Sad-Panda-46, Dec 6, 2011, 1:58:08 PM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

The world of Wonders and Terrors

As you lay your head on your pillow at night.
You close your eyes and enter a land of dreams.
Maybe a land of lovely dreams.
Or maybe a land of evil and missery.

You enter the land of wonders.
Happiness surrounds you, your friends surround you.
You love what you see, feel and hear.
The love of everything around you brings you to complete bliss.

When you awake from this, you smile.
You stretch your arms out and you are happy.
Happy for the day.
Ready to face any obsticle in your way.

But when you enter the land of terrors.
Evil surrounds you, your enemies laugh at you.
You hate all that is around you, all you see.
The hatred and anger, or the missery and fear piles up inside of you.

When you awake from this, you are in a panic.
Breathing heavily, sweating, maybe even crying.
You rub your head and say.
"I'm glad that was all a dream..."

So think tonight.
When your head touches the pillow.
Will you slip in to the land of wonders?
Or the land of terrors?

The world of Wonders and Terrorsby ~Sad-Panda-46

Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

©2011-2013 ~Sad-Panda-46

My take on the dream world in a way.

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~Ember14 Dec 6, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

I agree 100% on this.
I love and hate waking up every morning...no matter if it was a good or bad dream.

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