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SpellboundI am not enchanted.

The dreams come
but they are not dreams at all
and I am not asleep.

Your hand sliding up my thigh
and your groan slicks itself onto my neck,
embeds itself into my skin.

I wear the remnants
of your ecstasy in my flesh still.
It crawls when any other nears it.

It came to be that your bed-side clock
replaced my fearful heartbeat
as I laid in stasis and hoped -

for a passing; of time, of fingers, of life.
I cannot sleep with ticking in my ear anymore
I don't think of time running out, but of paralysis.

I think of lapses of concentration,
of tongues,
of temperaments.

I think of those slow burning moments
that str
Deadly VictimShadow driven she reeks of old blood and dust
Dried up dreams that scorched and turned to rust
Dark eyes glow with a demonic thirst to slake
Believing her still human is a very grave mistake
Daughter of countless nightmares consumed
Skin deep beauty shelters the covered wound
Slinking the dark corridors in a predatory pace
This darkling demon with a glowing angelic face
A victim of madness grown into an awesome force
Of rage and hatred with absolutely no remorse
Born of the most demented abuse and insane desire
Now darker than even her tormentors tried to inspire
Ollie's Lovely CupcakesGood afternoon my dear,
Go and take one, have no fear
They’re fresh from the oven, my lovely cupcakes
Painted with neon frostings, oh yes they’re free
 
But just so you know
There’s more beyond the rainbow
My cupcakes, they don’t only look as they are
Careful with each bite poppet, you might die~
To Thou We WalkTrembled cauldrons of the bloodied, we speak to you from our banished homes, a night of falls and journeys strikes you; to you we walk, for we are drones.

Cloaked heavily in our guidance, dark, we travel forth to claim your eyes, an eve without rest bestows our shivers; quiet your mouth, we know of your lies.

Twice past the Mountain of Desert's Clearings, once towards but last into the mud, our journey nears, but far we remain; towards the end of daylight we witness blood.

Organs of the betrayed weaklings, they tumble down with gallons of red, a mighty waterfall of death runs by us; mixed in between, a child's head.

Into your palace we st
He Who Stole From UsDespair of a nightfall shattered by silver, through oceans we rise of bloodied hands, moans of the dead whisk mortally past us; time has our clearing, let us reclaim the lands.

Stolen from us the grounds which thrived, the grasses blackened with a wisp of plaster, the eves which were have frozen without us; 'tis all the works of another master.

Nights without darkness have plagued our beings, drowned in our wills beneath the lead, revenge shall curse him with a jolt of nightmares; a demon of somber shall reclaim his head.

To him we glare with a simple reason, the moonlight hazel fairs our skin and eyes, this childish mortal has begun to ru
Death walks on two legs (Jeff the Killer poem)He walks in from the darkness
He bares with him the life of those he's taken
He has been on the run in pursuit of victims for years
He knows this well

His only love is for his knife that he commits the ultimate crime with
His smile destroys the life of the room
His eyes gleam with terror
His phrase kills all by itself

Death is coming for you
Death is unstoppable
Death is a creature who is no longer human
Death walks on two legs
Already out of TimeTick tock tick tock,
Says the black clock,
As I sit in the red chair,
At the dawn of yet another year,
Writing a letter via the ink of a pen,
My withered fingers delay,
Because the sharpness of my mind,
Has grown blunt with decay,
I look at the paper,
But I cannot read the words,
I put on my glasses,
And realize that I can no longer,
Tell the difference between adjectives and adverbs,
As I stare at the page,
I wonder why my thoughts,
Have grown muddled with age,
Instead of clear,
Like the accurate reflections of a sage,
Tick tock tick,
Says the black clock,
As I perfect the red words on the letter,
Trying to make it better,
With these clunk
Oliver (2p!England) Poem
A creature running through the night
Retrieving ingredients for his delicious sweets
Slice your throat, cupcakes with poison
He’s always making his yummy treats

Victim upon victim
He’s always there
Watching them suffer
Oh look, he’s here

Better watch out
For here he comes
Knife in hand, cupcake in another

Step by step
A lot to fear
Stopping, inches away
Cupcake, dear~?
DemonYou see me in the hall
My eyes sparkle with joy
My laughter rings clear
My smile shines brightly
You see an angel
You don't see me as a threat
But I caution you
Angels fall from heaven
And I am one of them
The truth is hidden
My eyes gleam with hate
My laughter is filled with evil
My smile shines cruelly
If you mess with this angel
I'll welcome you to my home
It's warm and cozy
Filled with flames and screams
So be careful my "friend"
Or you'll join me in hell
ClaustrophobicClaustrophobic

I have been locked in this dark room
I am scared of confined spaces
I am claustrophobic
I can feel the fear grow
My heart is pumping fast
I think I may pass out
The hands are reaching out to strangle me
They have me by the throat
I cannot breathe
The room is turning black
I have passed out
I slowly pass away
And finally I am dead
YouI feel dreams are pointless, just as I were to you, my life just a simple ointment, to whcih you felt you could use, to seal the pain you once had, just enough to let me lose, enough to lose a heart, only to watch as yours grew, used as simple heartless life steps, that barely gave me room, suffering slowly, you only seem to abuse, slowly suffocating, you only let me assume, love was this easy, but truth was in the other room, numbness developed, where you were once to mend, to which you only pretend, life stops, and you were the end, to which I thought rocked, but you only seem to dim, blackend emptiness, only seem to grow, hopeless desires,
FearsSome kids are afraid of the dark
And the monsters that lurk within it.

Some kids are afraid of heights
And the vertigo that accompanies it.

Some kids are afraid of animals
And the viciousness they could harbor.

Some kids are afraid of bugs
And their creeping, crawling legs.

Some kids are afraid of sharp things
And their pointy ends.

Most kids have these fears
And that's normal and nice.

But some kids, some kids are like me
And they're scared of something else.

I'm scared of something
And it's far worse than many things.

It's scarier than a clown
And its over-joyous attitude.

It's scarier than a crowded elevator
And the brushing and t
the Bride of the Tide (a creepy lullaby)The black water crows caw next to the sea
the pain of the saltiness who torment their wings.
Those sad gloomy moans  who dwell my night
push this tortured spirit dark stories to write.

She came in september, she came from the sea:
shipwrecked when her caravel was broken by the winds.
Her body thrown overboard by the force of the storm
was transported in the end half dead on our shores.

The night was so quiet and dark the heaven's dome
when a bizzarre figure dragged her to its home.
When she then woke up, after three days asleep
she found herself lying on a bed of leaves.

A creature unknown, who in a dark corner stood, said:
"This is my
there are chicken necks under the bedtoo tired to move--
not even my eyelids creak
open-- i let my nostrils
be my eyes, close my ears
and run my tongue round
'til i taste only my teeth:

something sleeps heavy
beneath the bed, its fetid
rotting breath
clinging to molecules and
staining the air. death
is a returning burden,
an unwanted boomerang,
but it doesn't lie and
it smells fresher
than this--

nightmares are birthed
in buried bones
and fed on monsters
we've already met.
The Crawling Chaos...Beyond imagination
Past the vaulted halls of time
Beyond the realm of dreams and fear
A nameless terror waits
When Morpheus casts his spell
And drags you down below
It's tentacles are lurking
To speed you to your fate
That brutal bubbling Chaos
Will bind your trembling soul
It's vile and noxious poison
A potent brew of hate
Father of all blasphemies
He will make you scream and squirm
Feeding on your pain and fear
Until the spark of life abates
His minions too are waiting
Through nightmares they draw near
Mad Abdul wrote about them
And sealed his dreadful fate
So then pilgrim traveller
Tread carefully in dreams
For even in great beauty
Nothing's as it seems
The great old one's are waiting
Our Earth they would reclaim
Hounds of bloody carnage
Pray they never find a gate...
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POEM 19 I've got a special friend

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I've got a special friend
she lives in the attic up stairs
but be warned don't make her mad
or you might be in for a scare

I've got a special friend
around her wrists are chains
and she always wears
a dress with peculiar stains

I've got a special friend
she really quite nice
but if you want to play
there's a steep asking price

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~kaltizararchmag Jun 1, 2012
I love the word usage.. Great work!
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*oO0RyuuHeartsYou0Oo Jun 1, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
awww thanks
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~kaltizararchmag Jun 1, 2012
Your very welcome..
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