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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

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

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.

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

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

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……

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….

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,

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

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.

Waken From Eternal SlumberBubble bubble,
toil and trouble.
Wake the dead,
and burst your bubble.

Rise from the graves,
rotten little slaves.
Dragged up from Hell,
from decaying dark caves.

A horrific master,
heart rate beating faster.
Mass chaos,
an apocalyptic disaster.

Ripped limb from limb,
a pool of blood to swim.
Hungry for the living,
cups filled to the brim.

Vacant coffins cracking,
broken with violent smacking.
Hearts are set on fire,
Egotistical zombie slacking.

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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In the silent of the night,
In the peaceful embrace of my time.

The time of the moon and stars,
The time where my soul rejoices.

Where freedom is no longer a faraway dream,
Where true peace is closer with every breath.

The troubles of the day, the sun's burning accusations, are all hushed. All lulled into a baby's sleep; not to awaken until light tears through the black velvet blanket of the sky. Not to raise their heads until night retreats into the shadows; weakened but quietly confident that when it returns peace shall be restored.

True, monsters lurk in the same darkness the offers comfort, in the very darkness that

AddictionThe feeling is like a pull.
A pull on my heart.
A painful yearning that I cannot refuse.

The sound is like a choir of desperate angels all trying to coax me to give into my minds frantic thoughts. I cannot breathe when this pulls takes over me; I am not able to keep my mind focused on reality.

No, reality is a myth to me once the pull comes, it is something I have been told about but nothing I have experienced for myself.
Once the pull tears at my mind, at my thoughts, I know I do not have long until I am consumed by its will.

The only way I can claw my way back to the present is to put pen to paper; and let the words flow through me.

Shift BloodFire. Burning flames licking at every corner of her skin.
Agony.
Why did he have to have an affinity with fire?
"It's taken effect." A voice informed. "Once the blood fully gets into her system it shouldn't take long to completely overcome her. Make sure Deacon doesn't get close to her, we don't want a link being made until she's strong enough to handle it."
Deacon.
She knew that name.
A live jolt went through her followed by the strong desire to find Deacon. The sensation of craving his touch, of yearning to hear his voice overcame her.
She made a mewling noise that sounded pathetic even to her own ears.
Pain racked through her

Hollow Sins"Empty eyes, stare on.
Vacant minds, stay numb.

I don't know what I've done wrong,
All my life keeps going on and on..."

He let the word hover there for a moment before the shriek of Stan's guitar and the crash of Neil's drums sent delicious shudders through him.
The crowd screamed.

"I keep on tellin' you,
I keep on trying to,
I keep on tellin' you,
That I am fallin' down to hell..with you.

I keep on wanting you,
You keep in telling me;
We're both fallin' down to hell, again."

They were lapping it up. Loving it.
The thundering beat coming from the speakers slammed into him, the pounding rhythm syncing perfectly with the frant

SleepSleep

A sweet oblivion,
the dark abyss.
It pulls you down,
whispering sweet words of comfort in your ear.

"You'll be safe." It murmurs.

"You'll awake soon." It promises.

"We'll look after you." It croons.

Down, down, down.
You are dragged deeper into nothingness, into the bliss of ignorance.

You dream sweet dreams and taste true freedom. Lost in a world of your own creation.

Then you awake. Day has risen.

Sleep reluctantly lets you go promising to reclaim you once night falls.

Everyone succumbs,
Everyone submits

To sleep

Everyone awakes,
Everyone opens their eyes.

Until one day,

They don't.

Sleep cackles; peeling away its

Dark Queen- six"Irial, Leslie outside. Now." Niall watched as Irial allowed a slow smile to creep onto his face; the former king shook his head and turned to Leslie.
"What do you think?" He asked.
"I think that we have a perfectly good form of entertainment going to waste." She drawled, "Make it quick." She moved her way through the crowd and towards the door. Niall let out a sigh of relief as Irial followed. Niall grabbed his wrist and stopped him.
"What was that about?" Irial raised on eyebrow.
"What was what about?" He pulled away and continued to the door. Niall followed.
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Dancing With The Reaper

by ~Saidani, Sep 27, 2011, 6:10:14 AM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

Moon light spilling across pale skin,
deadly lines of crimson painted upon the flesh
by a sharpened scythe.

I am dancing with the Reaper,
my lifeline held by his gnarled hands.
I am falling across the waters,
drowning in the river of lost souls.

Death-chilled breath rolling in thick waves
across closed eyelids,
the soft patter of a hunter's tread across the bloodstained floor.

I am dancing with the Reaper,
I am flirting with my death.
I will know the corpse glazed eyes that bore into mine
as the curved blade slices into my ribs.

Grave dirt's muffled sound
as it falls onto the corpse.
The hole in the ground becoming ever smaller.
A marbled tomb erected,
soon to be decayed.

I am dancing with the Reaper,
I am witness to his crimes.
I see his black robes flowing
And I shalln't get out alive.

Dancing With The Reaperby ~Saidani

Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

I'm sick. Only a cold but I've gone from having a sore throat lined with acid, to a pounding headache; last night it hurt to breathe.
Now I'm hacking up a lung. Joy of joys, ain't life grand?
So I've done what I always do when ill: write some morbid tale. Sparked by hearing the phrase 'dancing with the reaper.'