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Death Takes Two SugarsDeath knocked on the door
came inside without invitation
poured herself some tea
and asked for a story.

He laughed at all the right parts,
cried when I cried,
asked for more than she received
silently demanding.

It cried with me and laughed with me
sipping their tea and listening
she wondered what I didn’t do
then told me how idiotic I was.

He told me about the children
I could have had but didn’t
and the falls that lifted me up
with the loss of others.

The story of how I almost killed a girl
when she ran into the street
scared her to run into the arms of her father
and never ran into the street again.

The tale of the man who

Recreate and ControlFormaldehyde bracelets twined bitterly with dusted cuffs of expected rust; a must to overprotect the masses, for their minds contain our very lust.

Twice paid the price our souls have completed, to deplete the credentials from exterior's precision; it maintains the strength we have always needed, one to eliminate the wisdom's decision.

To the highest of clouds we stray near subduction, our rays of lied blindness obscure those in the plains; factories of children lay wasted in grounds, here shall begin our wretched games.

Birthed before us the acquainted fallen, risen now are the mindless dead; our slaves have at last clearly awakened, let

CannibalWhat a taste which has scarred the very life out of me, and I cannot seem to get such a taste out of my

Mouth, mushing such hymns only to buzz out and roll back and forth over my tongue, for I am deathly

Frightened my mind has swept into the bitter delusion of darkness, and has made my flesh have the

Urge to seek pleasure, which I so do not wish to conquer, I am hungry for the chase such ones should

Hurry and stab out the light, for I am ready to taste the blood and let it run down my chin, cease for your

Life, for I cannot seem to hold this grudge any longer, so please forgive me when I bulge and rip through

Your skin, for it is not wh

The girl in the pondIt was a warm summer night when I found her.
Her dress was white with yellow sunflowers,
and her auburn hair was spread out around her pale face.

It looked like an ever changing halo
moving gently in a soft breeze.

She had lost a shoe

Like Cinderella

Her deep, blue eyes stared into heaven
and the freckles of her skin drew constellations
against the pale background to mirror the stars above.

Fish gently nibbled at her fingers and nestled in her hair
paying no heed to her ruby lips which her last breath had left open
almost like an invitation.

I looked at her
fascinated

I loved her...

Thinking it was the least I could do
now that she ha

Death's HandsGo ahead and peel back my skin, so you can see the pain I have for so long enclosed trickle down from

My veins, here I lie with such agonizing symptoms, how maddening it is to see me this way, so go ahead

And build me a bed in the earth, while doing so cover me up with the dark earthen grain, I am merely

Paralyzed and here I remain as my blood sinks deep down into the roots, making the earth feel numb,

I am blessed with death’s hands, as it takes and devours me with no mercy intact, but how long can you

Remain with such a secret, without festering thoughts beginning to go about around your mind, making

You tower over with guilt&he

Death WalkEyes closed you can still feel the night
Darkness embraces this loss of sight
Listen quite closely and you shall find
There is no such thing as silence of mind
Thoughts wailing in a scream and roll
Shrieking banshees twirling out of control
Overwhelmed these sounds tear within thee
Eyes sewn shut by fright and no longer see
Lost within this seemingly timeless breath
The path we walk is the path of death

L'Ankou des pluies

La Mort va, la nuit,
Par les chemins creux,
Trempés de pluie,
Nourrir de vie
Le froid appétit
De sa lame.

House Of The DamnedHouse Of The Damned

The ghost felt forgotten in the house of the damned
Since his wife and child had died in a car crash
The madness and depression had set in
He spent night after night in his office
Listening to the voices in his head
And writing in his journal
Short stories, poems and observations
He thought he had an unique talent
A modern day Edgar Allan Poe
After his death he hoped he would be famous
He sent his poetry to publishers
But always got a negative response
The alcohol helped ease the pain
Dampened down the negative thoughts
One night everything fell apart
He played a piece of sad classical music
He took a few pills and some r

Ode to the SirenShe calls to me with song and my strong heart melts,
Like iron cast into the forge,
Enthralled by her beauty I come forward,
Even though I know,
That she only seeks to gorge,
Upon my flesh,
Staring up into her eyes,
I know that smarter guys would despise,
My utter weakness to her spell,
Gnawing my neck down to the bone,
I know that she will drag me into the depths Hell,
But it is as if my legs are cast in stone,
I do not flee even though I see,
Imminent doom approaching,
As the reapers come for me,
Isn’t it tragic,
How I have fallen victim to her magic?
----Engraved into the walls of a vacant ship docked
within the harbor of Port

No One Can Hear You ScreamSilence prevails,
an endless, comfortless silence,
which is worse than death,
because you remain conscious
of how utterly alone you are.

All dreams are nightmares
that come without sleep
when you never know if you
are awake.

Time is without meaning,
and you begin to wonder
if you still have any existence,
even madness dare not tread here,
but instead something worse,
and yet unnamable, unknowable,
the utter loss of self.

Denied even the mercy
of waiting upon death,
when you cannot even be certain
of what life is any longer.

How easily the mind turns against you,
begins to consume itself,
and you can no longer trust your own thoughts,

MirrorTake one look at yourself,
"What are you?"

The figure remains motionless,
Clear orbs glaring icy daggers,
Mouth curving into a twisted snarl,
Hands finally moving at lightning speed,
Palms colliding with the fragile barrier.

"What are you!?"

A jagged smirk is painted on the figure,
Laughter resonates from within,
Sick and disturbing and wicked,
Fear begins to invade your mind,
As your body trembles along with it.

The glass is cracking,
Shiny shards scatter across the floor,
Crimson liquid oozes out,
Soaking into everything.

"Stop it! That’s enough!"

'Only you can stop it,
But will you?'

The sealed room continues to fill,
With no

~Death Poem"One Moon, Many Stars
One Murderer, Many Deaths
If You Wake Up With This Text,
You Will Be The Next"

MonstersVampires have no hearts,
But zombies have no brains;
One to love, one to plot without pain.
Ghosts have no bodies,
But werewolves have two;
Both can haunt by the silver moon.
Experiments with patched together souls,
But two in one body don't make one whole.
Mad scientists they truly are.
All with something lost, and some with too much gained,
With no peace in Death
they hath lain.

Catching death of coldIt’s cold, COLD, there’s frost and icicles at me bones
Feeling cold, COLD, I stand and face the chill alone
No sun, no moon, no stars, nothing to tell me what time it is
Oh it’s cold, it’s COLD, and now my mind’s all gone to frizz

With the arctic at my backdoor, and winter at me front
The frost and chill be prowling, I can feel it on the hunt
Icy vines they creeping up my arms, tiny tendrils they unfurl
Feeling cold, COLD, winter’s dominating my world.

Jack Frost has come to take me, he’s broken into my home
Sees my heart be icy cold, yet warm blood beneath my bones
His winter’s all about me,

The Mask of FreedomCreepy voices sprung from the dark side of Lucy's room
Oversized masks on faces appeared from the emptiness

Join us...Its time for you to be relieved from your pain..

Morning came, and Lucy awoke from her frightening dream
Every night, Lucy dreamt of the masked man and his army of masks

Just like the night before, Lucy cried to sleep
One day she woke up to the sound of her mother screaming, another fight...
In the end she stopped caring, yet she kept crying
Not that she blames herself, but she wants things things back to what they used to be...

Things were always bad, you were just too blind. Join us..

The tears stopped and one day, the

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False StrengthGrab the shard of glass
Because it's your only hope,
To let all of the blood out
Instead of wrapping the rope.

Fill your mouth with the pills
And shoot the tar into your veins,
Fill your lungs full of the smoke
That comes from the mental pain.

Inject into the end of your toes
And pour all of the liquor down your throat,
It's okay because nobody knows
So tie yourself up
And never let it go.

Suicide Nightmare.I will soon draw you
So close to my home,
And the skin will be ripped
As soon as you know.

That you have been found
And you're not alone,
I'll chain you up
And I'll cut to the bone.

These black and dirty fingernails
Dig deep under your skin,
Like the chalk board screeches
I make a filthy grin.

I make your blood come out
As I pleasure the knives,
With all your thoughts flowing
Only one comes to mind.

Suicide, suicide,
You'll never escape,
Suicide, suicide,
Oh you'll never wake.

Every Time I Look At You.Tried to say I'm sorry
Didn't mean to break your heart
I found you waiting up by the light of day,
There's a lot I want to tell you
But I don't know where to start
And I don't know what I'd do
If you ever walked away.

I tried to make it,
I just got lost along the way
But every time I look at you and every time I hold you
No matter what I'm going through, it's easy to see
The things I never told you seem to come so easily
'Cause you're everything to me.

I never really wanted
To let you get inside my heart
I wanted to believe this would soon be ending,
I thought it wouldn't matter, if it all just came apart
But now I realize I

It's There.We smile and laugh
And we look into each others eyes,
We see something so distant
Yet something great.

I tickle your chin
And I come closer to you,
We close our eyes
And we kiss.

Our lips touch and our hearts rattle
Because it's so strange
To feel what we never thought possible,
Something we never thought was real.

But indeed it's there
And we know we must care,
Or else that feeling we had
Will slip away
In the blink of an eye.

Worst Poem In The History Of Poems.I give my blood for you my love
With the thought of you I float above,
Please care, forever unaware
That you possess the power over me
Our love and the shame that comes along.

We will form a bond
And it will never break
Because I will not let our hearts sink,
With that said, love me
And never let go.

Show me that you will always know
That I love you, but never let them know
That I love this, this secret
The one that will not die
Between our lives and us.

The Fatal Price.‪I dig my grave much deeper‬
‪Oh the fatal price that I pay,
‪But I hope I'm there to hold you‬
‪If you ever wake up again.

But if I'm gone before you wake
And the blood has fallen to the ice-cold floor,
Please remember what I was like for loves sake
Before the knife slit through and I fell to the floor.

It was a mistake to let you sleep
Knowing what I was going to do to myself,
But it's all over now and the deed is done
The blood seeps through your fingers
As my spirit seeps away from me,
Off into the warm maroon pool
Floating off so it can be free.

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by ~PassionateMasochist, Sep 21, 2012, 11:07:14 PM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

Die for me and cry
Life is done for you now,
Another day your heart bleeds out
And another day wasted away.

I'm not going to leave you helpless
But I won't help you much,
I'm going to close your eyes
With my long cold fingers.

The sun shines on your bed
And I chuckle at the thought of your death,
I reach down to your shoulders
And then I grasp your neck.

You look at me with a face of shock
And you try to yell no!
But you were to busy dreaming of a better way
To end your life
Without me
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Your Reaperby ~PassionateMasochist

Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

I don't even know... Haha, I love horror. Quit commenting on the description people... lol

~AraniaEqualor Sep 24, 2012 Student Writer

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~PassionateMasochist Sep 24, 2012 Professional Writer

Thans X3 <3

~AraniaEqualor Sep 24, 2012 Student Writer

yepperdoodles xDDDD

~Shikyo-Uchiha Sep 21, 2012 Student General Artist

Interesting, I love the neck grabbing part for some reason. Good imagery in it ^^

~PassionateMasochist Sep 21, 2012 Professional Writer

Haha, thanks

~Shikyo-Uchiha Sep 21, 2012 Student General Artist

You're welcome ^^

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