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Who woulda thunk it. That she'll be the innocent bystander foolish enough to stand in the way. And you being a train charging down a thousand miles and hour.
Savage plains of hatred filling up your sight. Graphic crazy statements filled with so much might. The truth is false your fears are real. I taste your tears I know how you feel.
There is an evil among us, that lives inside us. It feeds on your every thought. Let that evil burn within you. Kiss the snake with love. There is a burning flame of darkness inside you.
There she comes, she has come to enslave us all. That beautiful spider, just waiting for us to fly into her net. She is evil. We call her the devil, there is no denying true darkness. Spell that...
Standing angel, wings of light, how is it your not as bright. Dark in the light. The bleeding sun you rejoice at the sight. What is this in your wings of gold. Strings of black appearing.
Love is in the eye of the beholder so I will scrape both eyes out.
There's an old man who many do mock. He’s long in the tooth and short in the cock. Like birds to a worm the gossips flock. They point and they shout, his fingers unlock.
It is new collection of my small and easy poems. I will update this collection weekly. Enjoy my friends!!!. ... "Poisonnet" In the last empty maze I left you for lust...
Why when it is late at night, I close my eyes and I see the light. Why when I wake in the morning, it is so dark, is it a warning.
He thought that it had left him, he thought that it had gone. He thought he'd beaten the demon inside. He'd thought, but then he'd thought wrong, You're mine, you fool, I own you.
There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man. You can make him carry a plank of wood to the top of a hill and nail him to it.
I walk alone on a dark street,. And all I hear is the birds go tweet,. But they are not just any birds you see,. They are crows looking down on me,. So as I carefully walk on,.
The sadness is engulfing me The walls are closing in on me Sadness, hurt, and anger permeating the air around me Choking me with their intensity until I'm on my knees No sounds to be heard other than...
This is not a happy poem I am through with happy rhymes They lie with lines all nicely timed I look at every charming phrase And throw the book aside, enraged.
For you lol hope you don't mind too, enjoy.
I took my time to show you that I knew. I took my time to see how deranged you grew. I gave you far too many chances. I thought it would stop. I let you take me places I didn't want to go.
Not sure what happened here with this 1, but I went to the dark side......damn!. You don't know me.
Dreaming schemes of murder,. Somewhere south of paradise,. Staining snow-white steps to Heaven red,. My foul Tongue slithers blisses hissing kisses laced in death,.
No matter what I do, It is always there to greet me. A vision of my future. A horror for only me to see. I see a man, stand facing me. His head faces the ground. In his hand, there is a pistol.
I took the four walls of your bedroom and painted them in black Covered up the red just like a fuckin heart attack Now send me down and sing me to sleep Darlin, just ignore the stories They aint...
(I have just recorded this - I'll show you all when it's done :) ) Keep us wolves at bay. Release us dogs this minute, forever boxed up and was born in it. Keep us wolves at bay.
I hear you breathing. The regular rhythm of life reverberates through me and reminds me that I'm hollow. A shallow graven image lying next to your slumbering form; Empty, soulless, naked and barren.
Onward they came, ever onward, their ranks a mass of death. The foul wind that prevailed them, was enough to steal the breath. Onward they came, ever onward, bringing darkness ever near.
There's blood at the window. Blood on the bed. Blood in the ashtray. Blood from my head. In pools by the door. In lakes in the bath. Painting the walls. There's red by the draft.