Dark Poems Seeking Honest Critique
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
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Winter
when a lie turns into a belief
when a spy catches a thief
when a tree sheds its leaves
when the earth begins to breathe
the chill in the air
a dark cloud makes Winter proud-- prepare
frigid frost in the atmosphere
the cold descends with demons
do you want to be loved?
or do you want to be appreciated?
Faith, blind me now
do you want justice?
or do you want vengeance?
Put your hands on the plow
when enough becomes too much
when a little goes too far
when the bending has to break
when you gave them everything ...
when a spy catches a thief
when a tree sheds its leaves
when the earth begins to breathe
the chill in the air
a dark cloud makes Winter proud-- prepare
frigid frost in the atmosphere
the cold descends with demons
do you want to be loved?
or do you want to be appreciated?
Faith, blind me now
do you want justice?
or do you want vengeance?
Put your hands on the plow
when enough becomes too much
when a little goes too far
when the bending has to break
when you gave them everything ...
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Die Demons
There's no one on this path, I'm all alone
But when I think about it, it's no ones fault but my own
I never share my feelings with anyone
I guess that's why I'm an emotionless drone
I can't believe how froze I've grown
I guess that's what happens when I push people away, wish I'd known
I stuff all my feelings inside me and just leave them alone
And after awhile I feel like I'm holding in a cyclone
This darkness is my ruler but I'm going to dethrone it
And all of my demons, the way is unknown
But I will no longer postpone breaking my slavery,I'm on my...
But when I think about it, it's no ones fault but my own
I never share my feelings with anyone
I guess that's why I'm an emotionless drone
I can't believe how froze I've grown
I guess that's what happens when I push people away, wish I'd known
I stuff all my feelings inside me and just leave them alone
And after awhile I feel like I'm holding in a cyclone
This darkness is my ruler but I'm going to dethrone it
And all of my demons, the way is unknown
But I will no longer postpone breaking my slavery,I'm on my...
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Tolerate
Do I have much longer
Is my life worth it
Why so much pain
Why does it hurt
When will it end
When will the pain cease
Why can't I die
Why won't I die
The blade is sharp
slowly, across my veins
The pain flows from me
In my blood, is pain
My blood is black
For my soul is dark
Broken many times
Never repaired
So I ask
Why must it hurt
Why so much pain
Why must I Tolerate.
Is my life worth it
Why so much pain
Why does it hurt
When will it end
When will the pain cease
Why can't I die
Why won't I die
The blade is sharp
slowly, across my veins
The pain flows from me
In my blood, is pain
My blood is black
For my soul is dark
Broken many times
Never repaired
So I ask
Why must it hurt
Why so much pain
Why must I Tolerate.
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Streams of crystal
Crystal water streams down my body bare
Caressing my gray lips, into the drain,
And I don't know what to think, or to care
Whether to feel or love this eternal pain
The blur of life I may only be imagining
Remains clear to me, a herald-maybe
Of days ere clairvoyance and rapturing
Of the forever I will truly be set, free...
Into darkness, into life, I close my eyes
Allowing cold air to make me shiver
Understanding all truth behind these lies
And ambiguity in this endless river
And maybe it shall be for the better ...
Caressing my gray lips, into the drain,
And I don't know what to think, or to care
Whether to feel or love this eternal pain
The blur of life I may only be imagining
Remains clear to me, a herald-maybe
Of days ere clairvoyance and rapturing
Of the forever I will truly be set, free...
Into darkness, into life, I close my eyes
Allowing cold air to make me shiver
Understanding all truth behind these lies
And ambiguity in this endless river
And maybe it shall be for the better ...
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The color Black
Black, is as it always has been. A color. Nothing more, or less. Yet I find it to be an interesting way of explaining your thoughts, or feelings. Feelings of hate, angst, greed, and malice. All of them rise amongst me. The color envelops me, as the feeling fills me. My darkest thoughts become reality, and my life is suddenly nothing. A pointless void where I lay, and wait for my time of reckoning. Yet, all to well, it will be defeat. Never, have I been redeemed, and fulfilled, yet many times I have been broken, and destroyed. Yet, in the end, I piece my devastated soul back together. For one...
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Hatrid
A soul, is not worth living
If it causes harm
For if they bring pain
I shall end them
Slowly, I creep upon you
Pulling the wire closer
Bringing it to your throat
I give it a tug
The blood begins flowing
A wicked grin appears
My eyes full of hate
Your life soon to end
Your torture isn't over
I bring my knife
I slowly unzip your body
The blood is warm
My hand reaches in
I reach for your heart
Which is my prize
Now is your demise
My work is done
Your body lay destroyed
My hunger is...
If it causes harm
For if they bring pain
I shall end them
Slowly, I creep upon you
Pulling the wire closer
Bringing it to your throat
I give it a tug
The blood begins flowing
A wicked grin appears
My eyes full of hate
Your life soon to end
Your torture isn't over
I bring my knife
I slowly unzip your body
The blood is warm
My hand reaches in
I reach for your heart
Which is my prize
Now is your demise
My work is done
Your body lay destroyed
My hunger is...
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PRUNED
PRUNED!
Once there was a guy named Sampson
Who was manly strong and handsome
He ask a girl named Dahlia if she’d shave his genitalia
But when she was done
He no longer was ‘hung’
And now he goes by, Dr. Frank N. Furter, from Transylvania.
Once there was a guy named Sampson
Who was manly strong and handsome
He ask a girl named Dahlia if she’d shave his genitalia
But when she was done
He no longer was ‘hung’
And now he goes by, Dr. Frank N. Furter, from Transylvania.
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Kill Me
Kill Me,
Tie The Rope Around My Neck Then End Me,
Please I'm begging You...Just Kill Me,
Kill me,
Hold My Wrists And Slit Them Slowly,
Show Me That I Was Once Alive..and Happy,
Kill Me,
End My Life..
My Wrists are Aching for a Fucking Knife..
Just Fucking Kill Me Already..
No One Wants Me,Or Loves Me..
I Don't Matter Anymore..
Infact..I Never Mattered..
I Was Just a Worthless Girl..
Kill Me..
Slit My Wrists Slowly..Then Fast To Show Me That Life Is Over..
Kill Me Or I'll Do It Myself
Tie The Rope Around My Neck Then End Me,
Please I'm begging You...Just Kill Me,
Kill me,
Hold My Wrists And Slit Them Slowly,
Show Me That I Was Once Alive..and Happy,
Kill Me,
End My Life..
My Wrists are Aching for a Fucking Knife..
Just Fucking Kill Me Already..
No One Wants Me,Or Loves Me..
I Don't Matter Anymore..
Infact..I Never Mattered..
I Was Just a Worthless Girl..
Kill Me..
Slit My Wrists Slowly..Then Fast To Show Me That Life Is Over..
Kill Me Or I'll Do It Myself
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cut
I promise cut my wrists and hope to die
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On The Ninth Night, I Dreamt
(Okay, it's more of dream-like than dark, but I s'pose it goes here just as well)
Beyond this effervescent veil,
Beneath this bright façade;
Past the red horizon,
Where lies the cold and hard,
Shine and gleam a thousand lights,
Each one a ghostly shard.
O, Sun behind the bleeding clouds!
Descending from the Sky;
Forever wrapped within his shroud,
To Earth he casts his Eye,
Where these shattered wraiths do crowd;
Come Night, the Moon that perches nigh
Doth reign-- blood-red and proud.
...
Beyond this effervescent veil,
Beneath this bright façade;
Past the red horizon,
Where lies the cold and hard,
Shine and gleam a thousand lights,
Each one a ghostly shard.
O, Sun behind the bleeding clouds!
Descending from the Sky;
Forever wrapped within his shroud,
To Earth he casts his Eye,
Where these shattered wraiths do crowd;
Come Night, the Moon that perches nigh
Doth reign-- blood-red and proud.
...
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They Won't go away..
Fuck..They won't go away...
All the Memories,And all the Pain..
Not Even the Blade Takes It Away,
It Hurts Like Hell,
Amd I Can't Get Rid of It..
They Won't go Away..
Memories..And Pain..
The Blade Won't even Stop It Now,
One,
Two,
Three,
Four,
Five,
Six,
Seven,
Eight,
Not Even When My Wrists Won't Stop Bleeding,
I'm in So Much Pain..
And It Won't go away,
I Don't Know what to do anymore..
The Only Is Awnser In My Mind is Me Bleeding to Death On The Cold Hard Floor,
Fuck...I Can't Take This Anymore..
The...
All the Memories,And all the Pain..
Not Even the Blade Takes It Away,
It Hurts Like Hell,
Amd I Can't Get Rid of It..
They Won't go Away..
Memories..And Pain..
The Blade Won't even Stop It Now,
One,
Two,
Three,
Four,
Five,
Six,
Seven,
Eight,
Not Even When My Wrists Won't Stop Bleeding,
I'm in So Much Pain..
And It Won't go away,
I Don't Know what to do anymore..
The Only Is Awnser In My Mind is Me Bleeding to Death On The Cold Hard Floor,
Fuck...I Can't Take This Anymore..
The...
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