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Burial if you find this

please

cremate my feelings

put my thoughts in a mausoleum
bury my heart in a wooden coffin

dump my soul into the sea

but

just leave my body here.

CannibalWhat a taste which has scarred the very life out of me, and I cannot seem to get such a taste out of my

Mouth, mushing such hymns only to buzz out and roll back and forth over my tongue, for I am deathly

Frightened my mind has swept into the bitter delusion of darkness, and has made my flesh have the

Urge to seek pleasure, which I so do not wish to conquer, I am hungry for the chase such ones should

Hurry and stab out the light, for I am ready to taste the blood and let it run down my chin, cease for your

Life, for I cannot seem to hold this grudge any longer, so please forgive me when I bulge and rip through

Your skin, for it is not wh

Recreate and ControlFormaldehyde bracelets twined bitterly with dusted cuffs of expected rust; a must to overprotect the masses, for their minds contain our very lust.

Twice paid the price our souls have completed, to deplete the credentials from exterior's precision; it maintains the strength we have always needed, one to eliminate the wisdom's decision.

To the highest of clouds we stray near subduction, our rays of lied blindness obscure those in the plains; factories of children lay wasted in grounds, here shall begin our wretched games.

Birthed before us the acquainted fallen, risen now are the mindless dead; our slaves have at last clearly awakened, let

Death's HandsGo ahead and peel back my skin, so you can see the pain I have for so long enclosed trickle down from

My veins, here I lie with such agonizing symptoms, how maddening it is to see me this way, so go ahead

And build me a bed in the earth, while doing so cover me up with the dark earthen grain, I am merely

Paralyzed and here I remain as my blood sinks deep down into the roots, making the earth feel numb,

I am blessed with death’s hands, as it takes and devours me with no mercy intact, but how long can you

Remain with such a secret, without festering thoughts beginning to go about around your mind, making

You tower over with guilt&he

Death WalkEyes closed you can still feel the night
Darkness embraces this loss of sight
Listen quite closely and you shall find
There is no such thing as silence of mind
Thoughts wailing in a scream and roll
Shrieking banshees twirling out of control
Overwhelmed these sounds tear within thee
Eyes sewn shut by fright and no longer see
Lost within this seemingly timeless breath
The path we walk is the path of death

L'Ankou des pluies

La Mort va, la nuit,
Par les chemins creux,
Trempés de pluie,
Nourrir de vie
Le froid appétit
De sa lame.

House Of The DamnedHouse Of The Damned

The ghost felt forgotten in the house of the damned
Since his wife and child had died in a car crash
The madness and depression had set in
He spent night after night in his office
Listening to the voices in his head
And writing in his journal
Short stories, poems and observations
He thought he had an unique talent
A modern day Edgar Allan Poe
After his death he hoped he would be famous
He sent his poetry to publishers
But always got a negative response
The alcohol helped ease the pain
Dampened down the negative thoughts
One night everything fell apart
He played a piece of sad classical music
He took a few pills and some r

Treated like a StrangerMerciless creature you have bitten off my wings and devoured them whole, in promise that my hope

Would be gone, you left me for dead in this dreary pool of blood, why do you treat me like a stranger,

What did I do to deserve such silence? why can we not be more than this, if you want to play then I’ll

Pretend and have it my way, I will tape your mouth so I can say I have won, nothing pays to have such

Silence of yours, and see your cunning eyes go back into your skull, I am but a joker and you are the

King mocking me with your surrounding peasants, but you just wait for such mockery will lead

To your undoing……

Ode to the SirenShe calls to me with song and my strong heart melts,
Like iron cast into the forge,
Enthralled by her beauty I come forward,
Even though I know,
That she only seeks to gorge,
Upon my flesh,
Staring up into her eyes,
I know that smarter guys would despise,
My utter weakness to her spell,
Gnawing my neck down to the bone,
I know that she will drag me into the depths Hell,
But it is as if my legs are cast in stone,
I do not flee even though I see,
Imminent doom approaching,
As the reapers come for me,
Isn’t it tragic,
How I have fallen victim to her magic?
----Engraved into the walls of a vacant ship docked
within the harbor of Port

No One Can Hear You ScreamSilence prevails,
an endless, comfortless silence,
which is worse than death,
because you remain conscious
of how utterly alone you are.

All dreams are nightmares
that come without sleep
when you never know if you
are awake.

Time is without meaning,
and you begin to wonder
if you still have any existence,
even madness dare not tread here,
but instead something worse,
and yet unnamable, unknowable,
the utter loss of self.

Denied even the mercy
of waiting upon death,
when you cannot even be certain
of what life is any longer.

How easily the mind turns against you,
begins to consume itself,
and you can no longer trust your own thoughts,

DespairAcross the bellowing sky comes abroad and leads to a road, full of longing screams and cries, with voices

Telling curious souls not to go farther for they will become perished with bellowing plagues accustomed

To the lurking sonnets, hoping such ones will come to take away their sins, and free their lost locked

Away minds, a recipe for despair over scourges the land, blinding already swelled bloodied eyes, such

Burning emptiness enters into this road of vile obscenities, only to swallow those up ablaze who are

Weak and inferior, whose hearts have already bursted open being liable to suffer….

~Death Poem"One Moon, Many Stars
One Murderer, Many Deaths
If You Wake Up With This Text,
You Will Be The Next"

Catching death of coldIt’s cold, COLD, there’s frost and icicles at me bones
Feeling cold, COLD, I stand and face the chill alone
No sun, no moon, no stars, nothing to tell me what time it is
Oh it’s cold, it’s COLD, and now my mind’s all gone to frizz

With the arctic at my backdoor, and winter at me front
The frost and chill be prowling, I can feel it on the hunt
Icy vines they creeping up my arms, tiny tendrils they unfurl
Feeling cold, COLD, winter’s dominating my world.

Jack Frost has come to take me, he’s broken into my home
Sees my heart be icy cold, yet warm blood beneath my bones
His winter’s all about me,

MirrorTake one look at yourself,
"What are you?"

The figure remains motionless,
Clear orbs glaring icy daggers,
Mouth curving into a twisted snarl,
Hands finally moving at lightning speed,
Palms colliding with the fragile barrier.

"What are you!?"

A jagged smirk is painted on the figure,
Laughter resonates from within,
Sick and disturbing and wicked,
Fear begins to invade your mind,
As your body trembles along with it.

The glass is cracking,
Shiny shards scatter across the floor,
Crimson liquid oozes out,
Soaking into everything.

"Stop it! That’s enough!"

'Only you can stop it,
But will you?'

The sealed room continues to fill,
With no

anthropophagii would like to devour you
gorge myself on your curves
and contours, your entire
being

/until i become you/

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When your dreams are golden
But your life has become a tarnished memory
When your socks have a holes
And your bread is moldy
Just remember it isn't over

When the world is five steps too far
And the cold is woven into your sweater
When the lights fade out
And your crying is muffled by the mask
That you have worn for too long
Just remember that it is not the end

When the doors close in your face
And the cold shoulders kick in
And time has finally frozen solid
Remember that I am always here
And that you are never alone

When your world caves in
And the darkness is inescapable
And the end seems to be approaching
At an alarming r

Darkness

Dark tunnels
Through which I see
An endless road
Of pure cold misery,

And although I've dreamt
Of a place of light,
Black fog rolls forth
And covers my eyes.

There is no escaping it,
The darkness of my soul,
The dark pit in my heart,
The loss of life's spark,

And although I've tried
To avoid this being,
With a grim smirk
I have seen
The monster in my eyes.

And oh, how sickly sullen
My mind has become
With the opaque illness
Too sickened to just let me die.

Oh god,
I want to die.

For, with death comes relief,
An eviction from this bitter world,
So filled with lies and chagrin
Just let it end.

Let me be done
With this agony,
This torment

Rising

This is it
and it is time
for me to wake up
and bring myself back
from the edge

I feel myself
keeping calm
and continuing forward
with nowhere to look
but straight
into the eyes of hell

I'm waking up
emerging from the earth
that had covered me
for far too long
I'm on fire
with a liquid soul

It is time
to stake my claim
This is it
my final chance
to prove myself

I suppose
this is your final chance
to voice your opinion
not that I'm going to listen
This is my revolution
my rebellion
feel free to subscribe
but don't expect me to care

So as I rise up
and reclaim my birth right
my right to freedom
I realize
With t

Conversations

these conversations
these vultures
circling above the broken maimed
carcass of our relationship
just let it die

it is time that we finally give up
stop trying to rebuild it
we just cannot do it any more
I am spent
I cannot do this any longer

these conversations
so one sided and false
these lies I never prescribed to
these complications
that we cannot overcome
I'm tired of fighting it
just let it die
let it die

Sunrise

Slow dawn
Sinking into my bones
Pulling me out of my stupor
Pulling me out of the darkness
Trapped in, behind my mind

Red coloured light
Stopping the confusion
Of what was real
What was exaggerated
And what was dreamt

In a corner
Of my drowsy mind
I weep
As you play
A D minor melody of melancholy
On my breaking heatstrings

I weep alone

I lie on my front
Trying to smile
At the beautiful sunrise
Thats growing power
Is overwheling to the dying blakness

And, although I try to smile
At this heartwrenching sunrise
I cannot
I simply cannot

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Migraine

by =robostorm, Jul 12, 2012, 6:38:47 PM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

Migraine

A blaring horn,
Like startling sun,

Screaming into,
Bloodied ears.

Nothing feels right,
Nothing makes sense.

All is compiled,
And then destroyed,

As the ticking of the clock,
Becomes a snare too loud.

The screwdriver turning,
Grinding into the soft tissue,

Already butchered by a crowd,
That whispers alone.

But the butterfly's screams,
And the nails against the board,

Keep you kneeling;
Keep you trapped.

Your mind's eye,
Left shaking on the ground,

As you succumb,
To the migraine headache.

Migraineby =robostorm

Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

Alright, so I have a migraine today. This poem is really my sad attempt at trying to explain the pain. It is dissonant and disconnected because to a point, really that is what a migraine headache is. This poem is very abstract and is really just mess though, with a little luck, maybe a hot mess. Anywaythis is my first actual attempt at an abstract piece (most of my poems have been somewhat abstract accidentally, never to this extent) . What do yo guys think? I'd love some honest feedback.
Hope y'all enjoy!

~smokedragon Dec 5, 2012

I had a clear feeling of loud fiasco chopped with bits of silence, like some movies have when showing a procession of events in something like a huge car accident. You only do get perceptions in snippets when you're in that much pain, at least that's how it is when I get them. This had all the glaringly bright, screeching abruptness that life can feel like with a migraine. Your explanation of the pain is quite accurate. Nice work!

=robostorm Jan 8, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you, I'm glad you liked it!

~DeeryDeerth Oct 11, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Already butchered by a crowd,
That whispers alone.

But the butterfly's screams,
And the nails against the board,

There's something so mysterious and catchy about these ones. Amazing job!

=robostorm Oct 11, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you so much. That was what I thought too, so thanks. My personal favourite is the latter. Thank you for the

~DeeryDeerth Oct 11, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

You're very welcome.

~nowayXX Jul 28, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

you did a great job of explaining a personal experience we all endure

its a great poem

=robostorm Aug 13, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

thx! I'm so happy you liked it!

~nowayXX Aug 13, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Well you made it easy to like

*Albinowolftwin Jul 13, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I know the exact feeling...chronic migraines run in my family, and on average, I feel like I've been run over by a bus, kicked in the head by a horse, and drained of all my energy by the pain, vertigo, and nausea. I hope that you feel better!

=robostorm Aug 13, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

aww, thx so much!! Aren't migraines the worst?

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