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Magic nights. Darkness bites. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~. Dark cloud of flies. Eating undead eyes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~. The life fading. Darkness shading. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~. Look at me. Death I see. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~.
The Box is quiet. The Box is still. The Box awaits a victim on the antique shop window sill. The Box is powerful. The Box is dark. The Box will overwhelm you, destroy you, be careful.
A worthy sacrifice at your altar. My blood spilled for your pleasure. A willing gesture to those who look upon us from high. Miracles are not mine to give. I pray at your feet and become the prey.
Two men were standing on a rooftop Little did one know he was about to fall a huge drop They were sitting before but when they stood one got pushed ending the life of a deep hearted man who was...
(This is my first poem- I'd appreciate any reads, likes and feedback!) Come around. Come around. Girls and boys, There's magic to be found. And laughter full of joys.
Dancing, prancing Playing tricks The Devil inside Is a nasty mix Poking, prodding Making fun As mad as men In the mid-day sun Don't mean to hurt Or make you cry Just a voice Deep inside.
The Lake of The Grey Souls: Untouched by mortal hand. The place of angels' battle; Echoes cry of their last stand.
I shall watch the world burn And laugh because in my heart I know that it was all my fault I perfectly played my part. I cannot wait to see this.
They call me dark and evil. From the black firey depths of hell. Sometimes they even say the devil. Maybe true but wont be able to tell. Lips of poison that I make. Me who feeds on life and death.
When shadows become silhouettes, It's your mind playing with regrets. Those dark memories, darker still, Replaying, over and over, that last kill.
Crimson drips splash to the ground, Her tender skin flayed by the pound. Strung up high for the crowd, Mentor sure to be proud. Simply slip away in disguise, No way they'll see through my lies.
It can't been seen or felt. It can't be heard or smelt. It just lingers in the air. A presence just there. By day it lays dormant. By night relishes in torment. It seeks out a soul. To make it whole.
In the Garden of Good & Evil You'll be tested to the nth degree All around temptation awaits you No payment-it appears all is free The only request proposed here Is the trade in of your soul For...
Now here's a story that should be told, She's a darling said the young and old, She's got a winning smile and a heart of gold, But that's before the madness took a hold.
A black rose, Grows in a field of decay, After three blue moons, In seventeen days.
Very strong subject matter reader be warned.
When Jack and Jill Went up that hill It wasn't just for water. Jack had a task And Jill her flask So they fetched Jack's bastard daughter. He'd slept around Dear Jill had found And so he had a baby.
Their rusty, crooked halos. Their silk gowns, grubby and torn. Starlight wings, battered and broken. Cursing each child that's born. Their masks of fake concern. Hide eyes that blaze like fire.
Darkness, darkness all around, creeping, slithering without a sound, down the road I see a light, a light, a light, it burns so bright, The sky above it holds no stars, on this light of black sun...
DO NOT READ WITHOUT A TWISTED SENSE OF HUMOUR. Waking at ungodly hours, Everything in the house is still, Nothing did a'wake me, Truth me told I'm really Ill.
His tongue toxic. Releasing venom. His eyes evil. A cruel sword. His words poison. The biting sword. Shes his pray. Playing with her. Anger his food. Screaming the wind. Fire his pain.
Broom broom... Step inside my car Broom broom... We'll go far. Broom broom... I'll turn you on, Broom broom... Wanna listen to a song. Broom broom... Into first gear, Broom broom...
Tell me what you feel like. Blow the devils whistle. Tell me how it's going to be like. Do you want to shoot a gun. Tell me how you like it. The good and bad mixing. Tell me how you got it.
Kinda dark, inspired by a song again. Enjoy. **There was once a little dream. Who dreamt the dream is unknown. Because of this, he began being forgotten.