When People BleedThere's nothing cute about my smilebecause I grin when people bleed.There's nothing sweet about my eyes;they only open to watch you plead.I don't see innocence in the mirrorand though my hair may pass my back.I won't turn and show you horrorbecause my back you'll surely stab.Petticoats and bodies floatas I set my demons free.Blood is shed upon this bladeand now my own- so cute, so sweet.
ThinkingThinking and thinking way too much,Scaring myself into this rut,Horrified of what it should be,Hoping not to be scared off me,Running so far so very scared,It doesn't make sense no where,Frightened and heart pounding,Heard these words so demanding,Screaming so very deep inside,I can sit here and merely cry.
Insane otherEvery single drawing drove her upset,Every single drawing came like the rest.Never satisfied with all divine,Knowing it all just began with a rhyme.Just like her drawings she can't speak a thing,Thinking and thinking made her insane.Looking around so frequently,Waiting for death to come swiftly.
Executioner.Feel that heart drumming?Well it's gonna stop one day;so better get your adrenaline running.If wise you'll seize no delay:Because that knife I pulled from my back will take your life away.Blood still drenches it fresh-I bet you're anxious to sense how it coheres with your own.Like a viper she'll maim your flesh,bury herself into your chest,and find her way to the marrow of your godforsaken bones.I see liquid copper gurgle from your throat already;you can't breathe- I wonder why it's no longer slow and steady?What was a tongue, now nothing but a incompetent lump of carrion,but worry not, knave:Those whose mouths are poisoned by
*Bite*End of day is perilously closeMoon begins to riseIt's bloodshot eye sends ripples of lightOn world as it slowly dies.This the hour Dracula wakesTo prey on mortal manAir is disturbed, dangerous smellGet out, run fast if you can.Black cloak swirls, practiced swoopStrong arms enfold, deadly embraceMesmerized by bloodless eyesGlorious features, stone cold face.Time of change is about to beginCool fingers caress so gentlyBeguiling kisses from vampire lipsvictim running on empty.Hypnotized by long dead eyesToo feeble to resistEnfolded by odorous cloakVanished into predawn mist.2013 Delice194115th May2013
I am the MurdererEleventh hour of the day,You will learn to fade away,In the darkness isn't it right?To be forgot in the night?Keep on moving what do you see?Oh are you behind me?Try to kill me yes i see,Just a knife is what i need.To leave now without further to do,For i will murder you,Hurt my family kill my friends,Damage the insides of all that mends,To be punished damned to hell,You won't know what i tell.Take it back now you see,You decided to hurt me,Death and pain comes with a toll,Never wanting it to show,A murderer now walks the street,For now it is me.
Jack the RipperLooking upFrom a body coldWithered skinDecades oldAre frosty eyesUnseeing and stillStaring outAfter a gruesome killDone by a manA merciless mysteryJack the RipperA piece of historyOr is he?
Don't Go In The WoodsIf you ever go walking in the woods.Late at night.Take my words into consideration.And beware.Beware the blood red moon.For when you see that.It is when you know..That the Hessian is on the prowl.He races through the night.Hunting for his prey.His gaze and teeth are razor sharp.He'll chop off your head..And steal your heart.If you seek the bloodthirsty one.The one known as the Hessian.Make a turn to the Indian trail.To the tree of the dead.But be sure not to come alone.As he's always looking for more victims.Climb down carefully to the Hessian's lair.Can you hear him roaring?If you can.Say your prayers.And don't fo
UntitledPain and sorrow goes tomorrow,As long as it shows we will know,Coming near we are choked,Running near but in the cold,Never knowing what to do,Trying hard to keep hope,Remembering its not me nope,Feel like hiding over again,Hoping i can't be found again,But to be in pain and run away,Doesn't help me in resembling,I can't run and help all that hide,I'm not helpful in that tide.
The ReturnQuite some time has elapsedThe son has returned; he's backOnce a good son, things have changedSince the years he's gone insaneHe's risen from the deepest depthsThe gash in his head still prominentThough he's come back from the deadHe's still a being with touchable fleshThe son thinks back to the timeWhen his father took his lifeHis father shall never be forgivenFor the everlasting wound he gave himBlood stained and battered, the son beginsThe search for his father, and demonic revenge.
*Sea Creatures*Ocean monsters haunt this dreamFearsome fish with scales that gleamHumongous lobster, ocean big-shotCrustacean furious caught in pot.Octopus with coal black eyeI cannot help stangled cryElectric eels shock and sparkHeart is thumping in the dark.Dolphins playful, usuallyGrow neon lights so they can seeWhere we cower in salty fearGrit our teeth, dawn is near.So pleased to see morning lightCould really do without this frightCountless fathoms, ocean deepNightmare destroyed dreamless sleep.2013 Delice194115th May2013
A Very Short Silent Hill PoemBlood and rust on the wall, she's planning to kill us all.Might as well enjoy the carousel. Spinning horses with no tail."You can run, but you can't hide..." A voice giggles from inside.We cry with all our might, until god is satisfied.
WerewolfDon't walk with meI'll walk aloneI don't want you to seeMy yelps, my moanMy ears grow wolf-likeI sprout sharp clawsDon't take a hikeAvoid my jawsI am a legendI bite and I growlHere's the endHere's my howl
El Silencio Como ArmaHuid LuciferLo que vuestro frenesí ha creadoSe pronuncia hoy por sobre tu tronoHuid, ni el infierno bastara por condenaEl Seol se hará paraíso frente a mi demenciaHuid a prisa, te observan al descanso,Mas en tu infortunio, la fatiga,Dulce hermana, repudia y aborreceDe todos modos, estimada contraparte,Es una amante que eternamente te cortejará¿Aullido de la noche?¿Habrá para vos temor más insoportable?¿Mi sigilo en el alba?La muerte resulta un presenteEnviar licántropos tras tus huellas,Ver tú alzar ante los molinos de vuestra fuga,Glorificar la tierra, comerciante de tu gloria,Regateando los muñones de tu dignidad…No recuerdo manjar más exquisitoQue ahogara mi vista en tan cruel muecaBosques, susurradores de mi nombreDesiertos, clones de mi colmillo favoritoY el mar, Leviatán, mi buen amigo…Haz de tu solaz su talarBien comprendoTu gana bárbara
...Angry angry i had become,If it wasn't for him i would have been shunned,Thinking of what could have happened here,Grabbed her by the neck pulled her near,Slam her down into the concrete,Then picking her back up to her feet,Throw her back down once again,Slamming her skull so deep in,Pick her back up punch her in the face,Thrown her aside and kick in her waist,Trying to kill her i would have tried,Picked her up and tossed her aside,I surely would have if i had tried,But luckily the power was inside,Attempting to kill and rage is still near,I would have killed her in front of my peers,Only then would they see the anger in me,If only it hadn't been for he.
Too LateYou were too lateWhen you tried to undoEverything that you saidAfter all we'd been through.It was too lateBy the time you came back,After pushing me downWith your shocking attack.I was too lateTo hear what you said.Now two hearts are shattered-And inside, I'm dead.~M
OverwhelmedConfusion and chaosSurrounding the stormEverything hopelessEscape, nevermore.Screeches and roaringErupt through the skyThe fiery columnsWith nowhere to hide.The shadowy silenceThe thundering rainThe lightning that shattersThe darknessAnd pain.~M