Long Dark Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
Long poems (300 words or more), most recently posted poems first.
afraid
There are so many things that suck
about living life alone
The loneliness is obvious
Nighttime is the worst
Not just for the empty space next to me in bed
Not just for the heart that never beats against my chest
But when I try to fall asleep the phantoms come to me
And if they take me in my sleep no one will know I've ceased to be
Weeks could go by but for the smell
Of my lifeless rotting corpse
Or as my fluid leftovers seep through the floor down to the bar beneath me ...
about living life alone
The loneliness is obvious
Nighttime is the worst
Not just for the empty space next to me in bed
Not just for the heart that never beats against my chest
But when I try to fall asleep the phantoms come to me
And if they take me in my sleep no one will know I've ceased to be
Weeks could go by but for the smell
Of my lifeless rotting corpse
Or as my fluid leftovers seep through the floor down to the bar beneath me ...
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Poem Nine-Hundred-Eighty-Eight
Hail and lightning slash down into the night;
Icy wires curl up towards the moon;
Systems growling with the effort to fight;
Noise echoes back across the plains from noon,
Allowing the rats to infest the empty hollows of my soul;
Many of them are full and content, and bleed thick,
Eating away at my memory banks, I feel every bite;
Inside there is nothing that the monsters haven't stole;
Solitude in this vast empty world of dominated trick;
Litters of new appendages crawl around and walk and stroll;
All desert is rooted with copper and brick;...
Icy wires curl up towards the moon;
Systems growling with the effort to fight;
Noise echoes back across the plains from noon,
Allowing the rats to infest the empty hollows of my soul;
Many of them are full and content, and bleed thick,
Eating away at my memory banks, I feel every bite;
Inside there is nothing that the monsters haven't stole;
Solitude in this vast empty world of dominated trick;
Litters of new appendages crawl around and walk and stroll;
All desert is rooted with copper and brick;...
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Not my story
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The clock is ticking, tik-tok.
Is it not funny how all the people you have trusted just end up hurting you in the end?
You do not care that I am ill nor do you bother to see the little signs I give out that I am feeling lonely and afraid?
Why did I trust people when I knew full well I was going to get hurt in the end?
Why must those whom you have trusted the most end up betraying you in one shape or form?
Worthless, not worth talking to, a freak, monster, a witch, loner, get away!, don't come near!, I just want to block you and never see you again!, why do I even bother with you?!... GET AWAY FROM...
You do not care that I am ill nor do you bother to see the little signs I give out that I am feeling lonely and afraid?
Why did I trust people when I knew full well I was going to get hurt in the end?
Why must those whom you have trusted the most end up betraying you in one shape or form?
Worthless, not worth talking to, a freak, monster, a witch, loner, get away!, don't come near!, I just want to block you and never see you again!, why do I even bother with you?!... GET AWAY FROM...
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An Unexpected Gift
Torture, a method so perfect,
Even God found it useful.
He liked it emotional,
I like mine, physical.
As I peel his skin.
The door knob twists,
I can smell her perfume. Vanilla and Cherry.
I almost come just thinking of this double win.
Shhhh! I whisper as he so beautifully whimpers.
Dont be a nuisance.
Be quiet and still.
I'll get back to you when I'm done using the crib.
He tries to scream,
With no tongue, I bet it's harder than it seems.
Don't ruin it darling.
You know eitherway, I'll kill Her and take her...
Even God found it useful.
He liked it emotional,
I like mine, physical.
As I peel his skin.
The door knob twists,
I can smell her perfume. Vanilla and Cherry.
I almost come just thinking of this double win.
Shhhh! I whisper as he so beautifully whimpers.
Dont be a nuisance.
Be quiet and still.
I'll get back to you when I'm done using the crib.
He tries to scream,
With no tongue, I bet it's harder than it seems.
Don't ruin it darling.
You know eitherway, I'll kill Her and take her...
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God Sent
they say im a godsend,
but i feel like im condemned,
like my fuckin father should have boughten
just a couple more condoms
i just feel like my whole life is nonsense
but im just tryna make it worth my time always on the grind when the landlord say "got rent?"
im just tryna make dollars just not cents
see in my life just a little more progress
the more i work come home and look it seems that ive got less
yeah
they say im a godsend,
but i feel...
but i feel like im condemned,
like my fuckin father should have boughten
just a couple more condoms
i just feel like my whole life is nonsense
but im just tryna make it worth my time always on the grind when the landlord say "got rent?"
im just tryna make dollars just not cents
see in my life just a little more progress
the more i work come home and look it seems that ive got less
yeah
they say im a godsend,
but i feel...
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The Legend Of Johnny Scarecrow
Minding his own business
John Brown found himself staring
At the business end of a sawed off shotgun
A potato sack drawn over his head
Didn't even know where he was taken
Never even ever had a chance to run
Hung from a cross with his own belt
At his feet stripped bare of shoes
Fire was set to a methodical stacking of wood
In the Autmun chill of twilight's veil
As his flesh did burn and melt
Gargled screams came from behind that makeshift hood
The remains of his body were discovered the day after
By children on...
John Brown found himself staring
At the business end of a sawed off shotgun
A potato sack drawn over his head
Didn't even know where he was taken
Never even ever had a chance to run
Hung from a cross with his own belt
At his feet stripped bare of shoes
Fire was set to a methodical stacking of wood
In the Autmun chill of twilight's veil
As his flesh did burn and melt
Gargled screams came from behind that makeshift hood
The remains of his body were discovered the day after
By children on...
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Craving
When you see the dead, day after day.
Sometimes broken and old.
Sometimes young and violated.
You get used to it and after the first few times, it won't matter eitherway.
After you've seen a million and one.
All their cuts and bruises.
All that dried blood.
It sparks something you never knew, but always felt.
Each body they bring,
Now is exciting and fresh.
Each cut and bruise,
Arousing, it tempts.
So you spend your days,
Breathing in the dead.
Kissing their pale faces.
Becoming one with them.
A finger...
Sometimes broken and old.
Sometimes young and violated.
You get used to it and after the first few times, it won't matter eitherway.
After you've seen a million and one.
All their cuts and bruises.
All that dried blood.
It sparks something you never knew, but always felt.
Each body they bring,
Now is exciting and fresh.
Each cut and bruise,
Arousing, it tempts.
So you spend your days,
Breathing in the dead.
Kissing their pale faces.
Becoming one with them.
A finger...
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Existance
You open your eyes in your dark cage of existence, feeling your captor’s presence. Except they did not build the cage you are in, you did. Instead of metal bars, you are trapped by the lies you’ve told, the hearts you’ve broken and everything you have ever done wrong.
Body ties the knots in the ropes, keeping your wrists and ankles tightly bound, no chance for escape. He pokes at the bruises covering your body, reminding you that he is always there.
Time slides a finger under your chin and tilts your head up. You watch it slip past, dragging its sharp nails across your skin,...
Body ties the knots in the ropes, keeping your wrists and ankles tightly bound, no chance for escape. He pokes at the bruises covering your body, reminding you that he is always there.
Time slides a finger under your chin and tilts your head up. You watch it slip past, dragging its sharp nails across your skin,...
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Cage
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There Is Plenty Or Room In Hell, Just Say The Word And I'll Come Get You.
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My Name is Unknown. I Am an Enemy. Now, I Am Gone.
"Now lay me down to sleep,
I pray the lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before i wake,
I pray the lord my soul to take."
Were the last words spoken by me,
the day before I did what I had done.
It was All Hallows Eve that day,
The day I killed me.
It had started as a child,
I would lay myself to sleep
I would pray the lord my soul to stay.
If only i didn't kill the boy i used to be.
My mother hates who I've become,
a walking travesty in the darkness
that dwells within my soul.
And I will tell you.
...
I pray the lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before i wake,
I pray the lord my soul to take."
Were the last words spoken by me,
the day before I did what I had done.
It was All Hallows Eve that day,
The day I killed me.
It had started as a child,
I would lay myself to sleep
I would pray the lord my soul to stay.
If only i didn't kill the boy i used to be.
My mother hates who I've become,
a walking travesty in the darkness
that dwells within my soul.
And I will tell you.
...
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