Dark Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
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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depression :/
there is always a cloud hanging over me
with it's darkness suffocating me
and i can't breathe
god damit
i need air
but it's not there
it's just not there
mayday mayday
i'm going down
I'm going down
i feel i'm sinking
but you're not listening
you're just not listening
mayday mayday
is this just dream?
or am i just living a nightmare?
with it's darkness suffocating me
and i can't breathe
god damit
i need air
but it's not there
it's just not there
mayday mayday
i'm going down
I'm going down
i feel i'm sinking
but you're not listening
you're just not listening
mayday mayday
is this just dream?
or am i just living a nightmare?
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Cutting
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"Metaphor is my Motive."
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House
I'm locked in this house
I'm just a caged soul trying to get out
I forgot why I'm alive
So I'm just wondering around this house ready to die
The only friends I have are the shadows in the corner
But they don't help at all
Because they just want me to shoot myself and get it over
There's a monster running around here and I got tried of seeing him
So I just broke all the mirrors in the house
I'm tied down by these chains
And there's not a ounce of me that remains
Trying to find a way out but this house turned into a maze
Then I fixed my gaze upon...
I'm just a caged soul trying to get out
I forgot why I'm alive
So I'm just wondering around this house ready to die
The only friends I have are the shadows in the corner
But they don't help at all
Because they just want me to shoot myself and get it over
There's a monster running around here and I got tried of seeing him
So I just broke all the mirrors in the house
I'm tied down by these chains
And there's not a ounce of me that remains
Trying to find a way out but this house turned into a maze
Then I fixed my gaze upon...
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