Tag: Death

Midnight Horror!

Darkness closes in on allZombie

as the witching hour draws near.

Festering hands reach from the ground.

The night holds a profound fear.

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From the graves of evil folk

rise the carcases of hell.

Their coffins also rotted weak

the corpses neither taste nor smell.

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Searching for the air of blood

the cadavers shuffle round.

The night is in a silent flood

They don’t utter a single sound.

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Cadavers there and everywhere

in their search for flesh.

They do not think of what is fair

for they are in a wicked mesh.

The Beckon.

SmokeNight after night I fight this obsession

With a slow entwining death

that squeezes my chest.

Little by little stealing away

choking.

My air possession.

Dawn after dawn I indulge again.

Add a spark to the flame

that burns my core

numbs my senses.

Sinks it’s tar-black talons

into the flesh of my brain.

Day after day I hasten the final call

tease closer the reaper,

Beckon like a beacon

to the pall.

From dusk to dusk I wish to break

the coil.

That a moth spirals toward a flame.

The constriction of habit

of breathing away

my endless toil.

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3/6l98 – on smoking.

Countess of Black Roses

The vagueCountess of Black Roses

yet clear bare beauty

of her bone face and cadaverous appearance.

Her eyes as shadow at midnight.

The horrid beauty of her pale skeletal hands.

And in her nails sparks of the dark universe.

Her black silken hair

woven by the maggots.

Her head

crowned with the jewel

of the night.

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The remainder of her decaying skin

is icy as snow.

Soft and delicate as milk.

The colour as wan as ashes.

Her garment tough and leathery

as wings of the bat

cloaks her body.

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Neither the serpent nor the raven

has her beauty.

Yet she acclaims their sadistic cruelty.

Their greed for shining eyes

and the taste of sweet

delicate maidens ankles.

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She rests upon the graves of men

and pauses within the vaults.

Weaving masterfully her mischaped garments

and throwing them to the spiders.

Tending beds of Deadly Nightshade.

Stroking both wolf and demon.

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Caressing man

as she passes.

Agonizing and crippling them.

Then she kisses

with red smeared lips.

Crushing their breath

and creasing their hearts.

As only a perfect

Black Rose would.

The Moth

I see her above meThe Moth

and I am a moth

I’m drawn to her like a moth to a candle

Her brightness allures me in my dark world

I circle her to look again

Now I feel her warmth warming me to the heart

I fly closer

Circle her once again

She’s so beautiful

so warm and infinately deep

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I break the circle

Fly to her

Want to be with her

but she singes my soft powdery wings

My fleshy body is burnt

is burning, boiling to the core

to the heart

My eyes melt and ooze from their sockets

As they do, I catch a glimpse of her

behind me as I fall

Then it’s black

Black and hot

I thud to the ground

My corpse crashing

Crunching like a plane of war

Hot and twisted

I die.

Revelations

My fate is sealed

I will die

Run me through

the evil eye

My God is gone

I tell no lie

I challenge destiny

no sleeping dogs will lie

My fate is sealed

I will die

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I hurt

therefore I am

Coincidence kills

coincidence I damn

Life forced upon me

the battering ram

The lion regretfully ate

the gentle lamb

I hurt

therefore I am

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The good in others

I seldom see

In him God

it cannot be

Masks of truth

the mortal me

Human animals

hate and glee

The good in others

I seldom see

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Its my fault

I know

When love comes

when I have to go

So much harvest

so little to sow

The Lord takes his taxes

and leaves me low

Its my fault

I know

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I ran to you my darling

I run to you my child

I run from lion and lamb

I run to stay wild

Like the horses on the plains

horses that God styled

Horses made of mud and clay

horses made for Christ child

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Something went dirty

Something went wrong

Deep betrayal

man’s twisted throng

Man’s mind killed God

it didn’t take long

The created white noise

rang the creators funeral gong.

The Visit

Darkness large

Shadows fall

He visits

Standing tall

I cringe

Skin crawl

Darkness large

Shadows fall

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He kissed my mind

with image clear

The one I lust

my sweetheart dear

“You can take her

Now, here.”

He kissed my mind

with image clear

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I love her

yet I lust

I want her flesh

yet I must

Keep my soul

keep her trust

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I challenge my dark, mystic guest

“I see your suit –

now show me the rest.”

He pauses.

“I am Prince of Fire –

to see me? You must jest!”

I pressed my cause.

He lifted the hood

with beauteous grace

and within

lay my own face.