Least Read Dark Poems
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Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
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It's Halloween!
Spooky cobwebbed windows
And goblins green
My favorite day has arrived
It's Halloween!
Oooh, I better hurry
The children are already on the streets
Frolicking in their costumes
Begging for candy sweets
Time to wait for them
At the door!
ding dong ding dong
Trick or Treat!
Smell my feet!
Give me something good to eat!
You look rather scrumptious
How about I eat you instead?
I've been having a craving
For some decaptitated head!
Chomp, Gulp, Slam!
Shuts the door
ding...
And goblins green
My favorite day has arrived
It's Halloween!
Oooh, I better hurry
The children are already on the streets
Frolicking in their costumes
Begging for candy sweets
Time to wait for them
At the door!
ding dong ding dong
Trick or Treat!
Smell my feet!
Give me something good to eat!
You look rather scrumptious
How about I eat you instead?
I've been having a craving
For some decaptitated head!
Chomp, Gulp, Slam!
Shuts the door
ding...
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Spasmodic
Twitchy fingers
Reaching for another ripper
To eat through her skin
Like sinister whispers.
Without a thought
You choppy human,
so disturbed
darkness radiates off, you roll in ruins.
Static world,
All you can see
Straight to the point
Dead and bleeding.
Reaching for another ripper
To eat through her skin
Like sinister whispers.
Without a thought
You choppy human,
so disturbed
darkness radiates off, you roll in ruins.
Static world,
All you can see
Straight to the point
Dead and bleeding.
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Mocked
I'm alive but I churn.
My mind's eye turns,
to an absurd bird.
A mocking bird, mocking.
It urges splurges of turd,
on the rocking chair, mocking.
Then in my stocking.
It's daunting, wondering, when the taunting will end.
It's the eve of Christmas,
I have letters to send, do not mock me.
You have the toes of a werewolf and the arms of a zombie.
The crows ugly mind, a hyaena’s cackle.
Yet, you are the one, truly in shackles.
Cant stop laughing, for even a moments pause.
Even along, with old Santie clause.
So sink...
My mind's eye turns,
to an absurd bird.
A mocking bird, mocking.
It urges splurges of turd,
on the rocking chair, mocking.
Then in my stocking.
It's daunting, wondering, when the taunting will end.
It's the eve of Christmas,
I have letters to send, do not mock me.
You have the toes of a werewolf and the arms of a zombie.
The crows ugly mind, a hyaena’s cackle.
Yet, you are the one, truly in shackles.
Cant stop laughing, for even a moments pause.
Even along, with old Santie clause.
So sink...
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I didnt think he listened
I feel you close I heard the man say to the old woman
Black filled her eyes and it was like a possession had taken place
I am not scared but I fill my head with voices
Unknown to those who weep
I do not want this mind set
its been days since I had sleep
I feel to the floor and asked for forgiveness
I didnt mean to attack that boy
I pray and pray but God isnt listening anymore
I am not sorry
I ripped out his guts and left him to the termits and parasites
only to have him still dead center on that bloody floor
Black filled her eyes and it was like a possession had taken place
I am not scared but I fill my head with voices
Unknown to those who weep
I do not want this mind set
its been days since I had sleep
I feel to the floor and asked for forgiveness
I didnt mean to attack that boy
I pray and pray but God isnt listening anymore
I am not sorry
I ripped out his guts and left him to the termits and parasites
only to have him still dead center on that bloody floor
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Leeches
Like leeches in skin,
I feel you.
With earth, gin, and sin,
I fill you.
Sordid seas call me hence.
Pebbles of old stained glass;
something in them sears the skin,
with no sense,
no recompense.
I feel you.
With earth, gin, and sin,
I fill you.
Sordid seas call me hence.
Pebbles of old stained glass;
something in them sears the skin,
with no sense,
no recompense.
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Only A Girl
Screaming he cuts her skin again
Skin splits open showing muscles tendons
His smile grows as blood covers he's hands
Only a girl now a sick mans toy
Ripping with his bare hands
He pulls apart the pale skin
Now lifeless
In his hands he holds a ounce beating heart
Only a girl now a dead victim of he's
~NOEL~
Skin splits open showing muscles tendons
His smile grows as blood covers he's hands
Only a girl now a sick mans toy
Ripping with his bare hands
He pulls apart the pale skin
Now lifeless
In his hands he holds a ounce beating heart
Only a girl now a dead victim of he's
~NOEL~
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the difference (I'm back)
Smoke waves and swirls as I exhale phase the soul with the mind skill I'm one inch from divine hale, one prince speaks for the king still I'm nothing to compare here waiting for the ever near coming death without regrets, let's not digress the msg stands unheard for the less unspoken if blessed, is this a test? Or do you think your ready to bet, life instead are you ready for death?
Why kill a man for another man who never knew the man you killed, he just knows the man, he wants to kill but its none of the men your killing so?.......what are you doing bro?
I don't get it?...
Why kill a man for another man who never knew the man you killed, he just knows the man, he wants to kill but its none of the men your killing so?.......what are you doing bro?
I don't get it?...
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murder Pedophile...
my innocents you forcefully took.a year long of agony Noone took a second look.to scared to speak the words of truth.to scared to be alone in the dark.my childhood you ruined my soul you took.I hate you for hurting me I'll never be the same. Your voice,face and smell will forever haunt my dreams an be branded in the back of my mind.all the pain I hide inside till my anger an fear collide.you got what you wanted now im empty. I want you as dead as you left me inside.can't stop these tears falling from my eyes.into the dark room I creep while in your bed you lay asleep.take this blade in my...
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My cult
I want to start a new cult
One which spreads across this world unobserved
Founded on murder, sex and hauntings
Back of a van the place of worship
Sacrificing stray's to appease the self
Blossoming and soft, deflowered and waiting to die
Slain to release her infertile soul
New life pumped into a hollow corpse
A spiritual de-birth
Spirits of lost innocence caught within mirrors
To converse with their killer, inverted and perverse
Mimicking screams as they cry, resigned to silence
As they watch their body's, molested and brutalized, being burned...
One which spreads across this world unobserved
Founded on murder, sex and hauntings
Back of a van the place of worship
Sacrificing stray's to appease the self
Blossoming and soft, deflowered and waiting to die
Slain to release her infertile soul
New life pumped into a hollow corpse
A spiritual de-birth
Spirits of lost innocence caught within mirrors
To converse with their killer, inverted and perverse
Mimicking screams as they cry, resigned to silence
As they watch their body's, molested and brutalized, being burned...
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no one
The blue pill opens your eyes
Is there a better way?
A new religion prescribed
To those without the faith
A hero holding a knife
And blood is not enough
Is it too late to go back?
Is it too late to go?
There's no-one here (there's no-one here)
And people everywhere (people everywhere)
You're on your own
Let's see if I'm hearing this right
Is it just that I should take
The never-ending supply
To carry out the dead
Your idols burn in the fire
The mob comes crawling up
I'm reclaiming my mind
Destroying everyone...
Is there a better way?
A new religion prescribed
To those without the faith
A hero holding a knife
And blood is not enough
Is it too late to go back?
Is it too late to go?
There's no-one here (there's no-one here)
And people everywhere (people everywhere)
You're on your own
Let's see if I'm hearing this right
Is it just that I should take
The never-ending supply
To carry out the dead
Your idols burn in the fire
The mob comes crawling up
I'm reclaiming my mind
Destroying everyone...
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I am Pan
I have every deviation know to man.
That's because I'm everyone...
I am Pan.
Odd, sick and twisted am I.
I've done it all and can never die.
Yes, I may look like just anyone
But really...I am the Horned one.
Desires fill me without end,
strong enough to reality bend.
So you think you know me?
No, you don't... You cannot see
the lustful Devil inside of me.
That's because I'm everyone...
I am Pan.
Odd, sick and twisted am I.
I've done it all and can never die.
Yes, I may look like just anyone
But really...I am the Horned one.
Desires fill me without end,
strong enough to reality bend.
So you think you know me?
No, you don't... You cannot see
the lustful Devil inside of me.
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Good Night.
Parting with the dawn
Is such sweet sorrow. Triumphs of
The day seem far gone as
Restless minds seek refuge
In restless hearts.
Golden memories fade
Into golden dust as caliginous
Fears take center stage
And prepare for their
Souled out show.
The demons take off their
Satin veils and
Decorated masks to reveal
Dismal faces full with
Promise of an
Unforgettable show.
The stage is set, the
Lights are lowered, and
The thick velvet curtain
Is Raised to the strident screams
Of a full house.
Is such sweet sorrow. Triumphs of
The day seem far gone as
Restless minds seek refuge
In restless hearts.
Golden memories fade
Into golden dust as caliginous
Fears take center stage
And prepare for their
Souled out show.
The demons take off their
Satin veils and
Decorated masks to reveal
Dismal faces full with
Promise of an
Unforgettable show.
The stage is set, the
Lights are lowered, and
The thick velvet curtain
Is Raised to the strident screams
Of a full house.
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