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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.
In my head
A gift from Heaven
A curse from Hell
Destroying my being
From the inside
And leaving nothing behind
Descentfirst noticed is the
an invasion of his ears
as in an auditorium
viewing the vivisection of
slicing away at
all that he is
body shattering into
thousands of cells
scattering to the winds
spells cast by the wicked
from antiquated books
anyone could acquire
all bear a curse
that cannot be denied
may be the cause of it
if it is not admitted
cannot be a figment
creeping shadows watching
rending the friable curtain
separating rational thought
from the other side
devoid of light and trust
ragged gashes gape
infinite gulf beckons hideously
an irresistible pull
scraping off clinging lucidity
lo, a brush against the hand
a thin filament
flimsy as spider silk
tenacious as a spider’s web
to this he clings
tenuous grasp on
As My Veins Turn Red Again
Within darkness I writhe, as his whispering blows wither my lips to autumn,
I know every stone of this floor, colored with congealed carmine that oozed off my eye
Your talons grasp my shoulder, a vulture clutching carrion close to it's beak
Your serpent fangs shatter all sensation in my shoulder
your knife makes my broken veins howl for plasma, your purple haze chokes the air off me
A crown of thorns are the remnants of my pride crying its demise,
As you whisper your howled haunted horrific hallucinations
The cries of my dried throat have been clasped in unheard silences.
A false sunrise grasps my heart in its leather fingers,
My eyes open greyyed with the smoke of your cigar
No more can I choke down my own blood boiled to black clumps
Acid runs in my veins, ruins in my cheeks, eats me in-out
Your cane strikes and blade slits, spelling out your pleasure
But as you make your last slash, the lioness inside me erupts at last.
The last slash still burns but I escaped my chains,
tore from y
Mendel's garden invasionThe garland devil leaves his daughters to roam sour gardens,
to squeeze perfume across their necks like lemons.
Sisters six mock Split-limes for her craving to lock candles in her lips:
Limes is a blunted thought-machine, a muted philosopher
but her sheets shake with magic,
each master watches his gooseflesh bubble like champagne.
I can rub old wine and apple slime deep into my pores,
But lemons, I shall never wear lemons,
the slur to existence, sliding down god's lungs.
Our den was never a cathedral, sisters six,
your bloodline quivers with a wild sin
bitten from the freedom tree.
The tasteless soil expels the girls who drip,
leaving the garland devil to roam their necks,
wryly tending lemon trees.
Poupee desarticuleePoupée désarticulée
Apparait dans le noir
Vole mes jouets usés
Et mes petits mouchoirs
Rit fort aux éclats
De mille verres brisés
Broyés au coutelas
Me tisse une jolie robe
En cauchemars satinés
Aux yeux claustrophobes
N'est pas la bienvenue
Mes parents m'ont grondée
Parce qu'elle est revenue.
Betwixt Loving BloodDeathly still in grey soft smoke her whisper clear
Warm breath tempting misty memory within
Seduction gleaning soon invoke dim silhouette appear
Rose petals resting upon cold porcelain
Dreaming of silky vanilla divine
Golden leaf riding silver tide
White chocolate and blood red wine
For ethereal beauty I abide
Mystery weaving raven hair
Compelled by firelight dancing allure
Glistening before me feminine fair
Black latex immaculate maiden grandeur
Oh pale mistress bathed by moonlight
Your fiery eyes beseech me so
Vixen seductress of sweet twilight
Intoxicating grasp your crimson glow
Candles melting moist ivory skin
Lips of cherry against delicate lace
Lure everlasting veil made thin
Bewitching gaze mystical embrace
You haunt me in ecstasy electric desire
Charming my senses unspeakable bliss
Spectral enchantress for whom I aspire
May I appeal just one single kiss?
Sapphire eyes begin to sheen
Crescent grin and nod of her head
Gliding closer yet still in between
Upon the velvet for her I
HangingThe wooden door
in her chest
by what reality
they wished to exist
she was a witch
in their existence
but just another
human in hers.
A vampire never dies.Her hair made of moonlight
lighter then her skin
her red eyes full of sorrow
the vampire sits
surrounded by splendor and riches
everything a young girl could dream for
but a vampire never dies.
Her heart mourns
knowing she has killed thousands
knowing she can never die
longing for the other world
for this one cannot fill the emptiness in her heart.
Blood can no longer quench her thirst
toys and gold, cannot cure her sorrow
the pain in knowing the thousands she killed
the pain in knowing, she cannot die
drives her to kill again.
to drink down the delicious blood
to forget her sorrow
for just a moment
to drown it in the blood of others.
to see the blood fall from there necks
as she licks it up.
For just a moment
she can drown her sorrow
lost in another ones blood.
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
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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