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UntitledWelcome to the new world
Take a deep breath
Cough and choke
On the rancid air
Hold your gun tight to your chest
Look to the horizon
Feel the ground shake
Peer into the distance
Watch as a horde grows
Apocalypse seems real
But you steady yourself
Your gun seems useless
But you ready yourself
The hoard comes
You are surrounded
But your unfazed
One of them steps forward
Cheers escape the lips of the men
You take a step
All goes silent
Looking In A MirrorYou are Me
I am You
So what dose that make us
Of wants and needs
Seems all confusing
I don't know
When it began
But how it ends
The day i die
The day you live
Is the day
The NightsReach inside
From your eyes
You can not escape your fates
Run away run away
The screams to stay
Insanity is DeathMe and death
we are one
we are two
Look at us
We are jolly
Look at us
We have folly
We are happy
We are sad
I am dead
I am scared
Me and Death Insanity tooI don't know whats real anymore.
It started just a few days ago.
The things i heard.
The things i seen.
Don't know whats caused it all.
On one shoulder is the devil.
The other a angel.
Open my eyes.
There blood on my fingers.
A knife on the floor.
A body by the door.
Cant take any more.
The knife to the wrist.
Ow heavenly bliss.
The quiet drip.
The slowing heart.
I close my eyes.
I am gone.
Among the BonesOf a graveyard mismatched piles of bones,
upturned dirt offer little solace for forgotten
no markers told of where they lay.
Silent burials happened there.
Not a word said as the dirt poured in the grave
of mismatched bones and broken skin.
For among the bones tales of woe sing out
sorrow for the lost moments and forgotten love
no one visits their graves in the forest.
Soft crying as they buried the past
quiet promises never to forget and please forgive
for it will never happen again they swear.
Yet the shallow graves all around,
speak a different story of hurt and pain
with mismatched bones sealing it away.
Unheard souls lay without peace,
waiting for the great one to call their name
among the bones they cry, always and forever.
disintegrationmy teeth are cracking:
i dream of enamel-kissed
spiders, their limbs trailing
the contours of my gums;
from nails, ungerminated
and rotten, desecrating
my digits; i dream
puddles of my own hair
the erosion of my flesh,
of my organs;
my resolve, too,
My townThere are so many towns but
This town is different
This town lays isolated
in a lifeless landscape
In this town wind doesn't blow,
Lightning doesn't flash,
And thunders aren't scaring,
they sound recognizable
to all citizens.
Zalgo: Rend the VeilZalgo: Rend the Veil
Candlelit inferno, wretched, wasted, and wracked
A hole in the void burns two shades beyond black
The illusion is gone, look upon truth and weep
Line up for the slaughter, all brainless sheep
Torn eyes drip eldritch ichor, vile humours
There is no antidote for the poison, no cures
Ink of sanity’s ruin, this purest of the primal fears
The seven mouths speaking what no one hears
Unknown fates for all, an eternity in the rift
This sacred insanity, madness is his holy gift
And as the last mouth sings the song we waited for
What wonders beyond the veil will be in store?
Day of DemonsPeople walk peacefully down the streets
A loud murmur of talking is the soundtrack
They hurriedly move towards their destinations
Uncaring about those around them
Unknown to those hurrying people
Claws begin to poke out of the ground
Behind those claws come a hand, then an arm
Then comes the ugly head of the body
Out comes the first demon
A dastardly looking black creature
With joy, the demon comes behind a woman
Carefully, his long yellow claws reach for her shoulder
Annoyed, the woman turns around
But the sight of the demon freezes her anger
The blood drains from her face as fear overtakes her
She lets loose a bloodcurdling scream
Fueling the demons rising from the ground
One by one the rest of the humans notice them
Sending each of them into a panic
The demons happily chase after the people
Like a cat after a mouse
The reverberating screams are cut off
One by one as the chaos continues
The survivors hide where they can
As the demons run around the street
Occasionally slipping in red
Sadism.She sleeps with a knife
Next to her right,
As she falls asleep
To her day dream...
So carefully she drags
The thin metal
Against your hot neck,
Not letting go
Until the blood has drained,
And your skin
Is as ice frozen as her heart
The blade shines brightest as
Sits upon her tasteful tongue,
Now blood red
She sleeps with a smile
With her blade nearby,
As she slips into slumber
After her dream has lived
Corruption OverloadFinally I have been freed from everything
that makes me human
Finally, I don't resists
I don't remind
others about themselves
Kick me in the head
I don't believe it helps
but you want to do it anyways
So kick me in the head
You have corrupted all my files...
Finally I have escaped from all the things
that made me human
I can do things without
Kill and slaughter
Until they see what I have become
and lock me up
So I won't
harm them again
I'm The Queen
Graveyards, suicides, & Halloween
they belong to my kingdom
because I'm the only queen.
I'm the queen of the darkness
believe what you read
this is not a baseless.
Blades are my companies
you may call it creepy
French may call it "manies".
I appear in your nightmare
covered with dark tattoos
you must worry & take care.
Razors are my comets & stars
they fall to sketch scars.
The scars drew maps on my arm
so I don't care to any harm.
World War Z Poem YonkersSwarming hoards of horror
Sounds of hungry moans
Bombs and rockets exploding
Yet they keep on coming
Aiming down the sight of the barrel
Shooting it in the chest
Looking in horror
As it kept walking
Throwing your gun to the ground
Fleeing in terror
Not watching where you are going
Being taken down
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