Let's Talk Evil

How many poems are we allowed to enter?

just one

Listening to Voices

In a small house in town
Alone in her chair
Sat a young woman
With a look of despair
 
In front of her, a fire
Roared with a grudge
But the women just sat there
She just couldn’t budge
 
For hours before
A deed had been done
The guilt had consumed her
And it had only begun
 
The woman was wed
To a husband of girth,
A few months did pass and
She had to give birth
 
Her husband she hated,
And he knew it too
So he’d go off for days
To screw a new shrew
 
All the while, she was left
To care for the child,
Yet as time went on passing
Her mind, it ran wild.
 
She began to have visions
Of things that weren’t real
But to her they were true
And she believed with zeal.
 
She began to see blood
Drip down windows and doors
And hear voices cry out
As she finished her chores
 
Then that day she went up
To wake the baby from sleep
She got to door, then paused,
And almost swooned in a heap.
 
For the baby she saw,
Had eyes like black pits
And was seizing around
In the midst of a fit.
 
The mother was frightened
Then a plan came to light
This babe was of Satan,
So the child she’d smite.
 
The voices inside her
Said if she’d adhere
She would get off scott free
While the child disappeared
 
So she dragged the babe down
While it screamed out in pain,
On the fire she tossed it
Thinking “Now God will reign”
 
But a mistake had been made
And the voices had lied,
For the baby screamed out
As its flesh burned and fried
 
The child was no demon
She realized in terror
Just another bad vision
That cause her to error
 
The mother just stood there
For an hour or two
Until it was finished
But she knew not what to do
 
So she sat in that chair
Couldn’t look left or right
As she stared at the bones
In the fires dark light
 
She can still hear the screams
Even now, in her cell
Her baby, it haunts her
In her head, in her hell.

very nice. thanks for sharing

I stalk my prey like a lioness,
I know I can make him confess.
He hurt one woman, killed another,
He finds his victims like all the others.
He lures them in with a kind smile,
Asks them to stay awhile.
He talks, sweet as honey,
Yet he is only in it for the money.
His employer, fat and rich,
Is married to a "cheating bitch."
He wants her  gone forever,
He pays for the death of her and her lover.
So now I sit here, waiting for him,
Waiting to stop him from killing again.
I watch him leave his house,
I ready myself, and pounce!
No one sees as I throw him into my car,
We drive to a place I know, it's not very far.
I strap him to a metal bed,
Leather bands on his arms, legs, and head.
I hold a knife  over his eyes,
I listen to his muffled cries.
"This is for you're murderous life,"
I whisper, lowering the knife.
I cut out the eyes,
And again he cries.
I cut out the tongue,
I'm not done.
Though he choked on his own blood,
I continue, watching the table flood.
I cut open his chest, grabbing the heart.
I cut it out, and tore it apart.
Stopping there, I walk away,
I have more people to hunt, more prey.
Evil doers, who I've sworn to vanquish,
Working hard to stop this anguish.
I work to bring peace to this town,
If you'll excuse me, I'll be leaving now.

Not sure if it's what you wanted, but it's pretty dark.

Do any of you really know the Devil?

A Millennium ago as Lucifer was cast down I caught him by the throat on the way
I scalped him of his angels hair and used it to bind him to a rock
I asked him his name, he answered Lucifer the angel who refused to suck gods cock
laughing bitter sweetly as the angel tried to beseech me to let him be on his way
I said no for your one of the few who have hunted me to this day
You have the beauty of angel hair or not, just hold for a second this will be quite hot
The click of my fingers started the fire
You mean to burn my fee...
He begun to esquire, but before the sentence expired he felt the true purpose of fire

I left him there four days and four nights till his skin was glorious red
Then walked up quite Jauntily and nonchalantly hammered two Horns in his head

You are no longer an angel, your are but a devil and the color of shame is red
You can no longer sing or use light to bring love for yourself from the dead
I am now you master, I've been your true god all along
I've created you a kingdom and beautiful throne
which is yours until I come home

I like it. Very cruel

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