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My eyes have found the bottle,
Half full with a proclaimed solution. Consumption is my body's only need...withdrawal, it's demons kept at bay only by repetitive submission...

The bottle stares back with lifeless, nonexistent eyes...a thousand yard stare only to find me in my own mind, staring at a broken mirror at choices of mere potential...a clap of thunder snaps me from hypnosis.

A sweat grows from the soil of my pours, as my ears pick up the screaming demons drawing closer by the second...insanity is the flare that they so love to follow to my place of solitary self torture.

Closing my eyes only grants those demons the images they wer

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

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.

How MaddeningDimensional relevancy paid with merely an eye, birthed from exceptions and death's cauldrons; shriveled of a blank sigh.

Two eves of shaded winters locked thrice in their places, an ocean of clear tongues to drown; blessed with the graces.

Mere conceptions of insane peculiars, with their masks and crippled boxes, of whom they speak die freshly in rugs, bleeding deep within the poxes.

And explain why are these relevant, who binds them all within blinds, a mere widow of subconscious keys; the mask without the eyes.

Little wings of white flamesGo ahead and feed the beast with bitter sweetness, and watch it come out of me and tear you to

Pieces, I am but a limp and frail ghoul hiding away in the darkness, licking away my wounds as my

Lips turn saturated red, that is why every single night I run and hide away from such ideas of mine,

As they try to take me down while trickling down my spine, when the pain comes out it will creep

Upon your skin and percolate the mind, causing you to screech in fright, running around looking for

A way to escape, and I will be but dust in the remnants of the shadows, looking in the gates for my

Little wings of white flames….

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

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……

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….

Liar, liar, Soul on fireLiar, liar,
Soul on fire,
Now you hang
By razor wire.

You come to me,
Then try to run.
But you are caught
In my web of fun.

You return, yet again
To the towers three.
Your body and soul
Belong to me.

You try to lie,
But you only deceive yourself!
I’m no longer chasing,
Your no longer in health.

You don’t know yet,
Do you?
Well, let me show,
Walk on through.

Look around?
Recognise anything?
I’m sure you do,
I know you hear the blades singing.

You started off
In the towers,
And you escaped.
Or did you?

You lie, but only to you.
Who do you think your trying to fool?
Not me, not them, not you.
And now I say, welcome, to t

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,

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

Waken From Eternal SlumberBubble bubble,
toil and trouble.
Wake the dead,
and burst your bubble.

Rise from the graves,
rotten little slaves.
Dragged up from Hell,
from decaying dark caves.

A horrific master,
heart rate beating faster.
Mass chaos,
an apocalyptic disaster.

Ripped limb from limb,
a pool of blood to swim.
Hungry for the living,
cups filled to the brim.

Vacant coffins cracking,
broken with violent smacking.
Hearts are set on fire,
Egotistical zombie slacking.

Too LateThe word by which all things are governed, whispered in my ear,
That when judgment day does come, I have much to fear.
Even if I were to conjure enough desperation
To allow myself to become better,
I would still not hear the beautiful tingling
Of soft angel voices
In my head mingling.

Smoky lips summon me from one direction then the next
Always down but it does not matter from east or from west.
They say that the divine one is in all places and things,
But I don’t think it is he
Who calls out to me my name,
And many other dastardly secrets
Far from that which was tame.

Red breath of intoxication waves around a blackening heart.
Used t

Insanity Definedi realized something today

this is the real price i pay

humans are beings i can't understand

in misery and pain, they blend

it's what they thrive for

right deep down to the core

i don't feel like the rest

i'm feeling like a pest

what's the f*cking purpose

when you reach to the surface

and realise you're all alone

with a chill down to the bone

i realised why i'm the demon

why i'm different from humans

did i ever defined to you insanity

it's reaching out to your vanity

doing the same thing over again

hoping for an outcome that ascends

believing in that outcome is invain

cause only your soul will leave stains

stains that will

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A Morbid FetishHeld together by a rusting chain,
her wrists are bound to the wooden frame.
as her body writhes in a morbid agony,
i watch, reaping a twisted ectasy

she is encased in this meticulous moment,
dark yet pleasant, a hellish torment..
a seductive sensation of a cold steel..
as it bathes itself in its crimson thrill..

her naked skin seems to melt in the satin sheet.
as her tears shroud, her baffled beat.
like a dark temptress, she showers her lust..
promising me love, like she never must.

to her velvet voices, i pay no heed.
cause its not her love that i need.
i stare in her eyes feeling the pain..
as i embrace her rigid, yet delicat

Love of the deadi walked down the dark cemetary..
lonely and alone..
smelling the fresh midnight air
away from the coziness of home..

a smile up my face cause
soon enough i wont be so alone
i will have somebody at my place
someone, to call it my own

(with a lightheaded heart
i press on through the night..
with pleasant thoughts
shining in my mind so bright...)

as i smell the earth newly dug
and the scent of flowers upright
i eye the name on the stone
embossed, in the divine moon light

my mind swirls with pleasure
wicked and sick
as my heart twirls with laughter
sadistic but sweet

plunging in to the warm soil
the shovel tears the ground

Immortal Obsessionhibernal in the hallows of the dark..
i watch you with my sacred anonymosity,
as i have been stalking you for years...
since the day you were born in my eternity..

absorbed in my morbid delirium..
strewn across this broken mind...
i am tainted by your macabre desires..
Infected by your stolen smile..

passing me with your mesmerizing beauty..
you walk alone with your silent grace
as your fragrance fills this stale atmosphere..
enchanting this long forgotten mourning place...

obssessed to the depths of my core
i follow your long karmic strides..
shifting the balance of my existance..
killing my consciousness inside..

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Love Beyond Death

by ~nousdementor, Nov 19, 2011, 12:01:53 AM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

On that december night,alone i pondered
in that gloomy darkness, my tragic heart wandered
the winds struck cold, restless and deep
as the dead soil shivered, making me weep

I kept walking still, for a mile or so..
until i had passed, a ground hallowed
the trees looked sad, naked and dry
their dead leaves crumbled, as i passed by

i had Loved and lost, as tears rolled my cheek
weary and tired, my soul felt sick
a place i thought, i could sit and cry
let my mind flow, and the agony die

How much i may love, may it be unspoken
you had fade away in silence, like a memory forgotten
harbored in my heart, the days suffered in dread
Now here i stand ,where she lies dead...

distant church i heard, a toll of midnight
though there was no moon, i saw a veil of light
dressed in a silvery gown,so beautiful was she..
fathoms away in sympathy, watching me

a chill ran down my spine, a twinge i felt
my heart shuddered in fear, making this sadness melt
at this macabre hour, a maiden stands alone
as the slumbering lillies bow, she stands on her stone.

i stood there still, as she smiled through the way..
fear fought my mind, but my heart remained brave
silent were her footstpes, as she moved towards me
amazed yet petrified, by her enchanting beauty

Sympathy in her eyes, she sat on the stone..
whispering a melody, in a familiar tone..
like a reverie forgotten ,puzzled at my gaze
She was back for me,from the dead

her face was so gentle, made the roses shy..
flowers spilt their colour, when she passed by..
retaining that beauty, in thy ecstatic death..
her cold morbid lip, with mine it met

joyous sense of death, as she embraced me..
in front of the staring stars, a replica i can see
a soul leaves in agony, to the heavens above..
saddned ,as its body, is with someone in love

A life i sacrificed for the sake of her
this cold eternal earth, we walk together
its true , what she had said
love always goes beyond the grave

Since that december night, i still ponder
in that gloomy darkness, i wonder..
I died for her or she lived (in death) for me
never will it be solved, an eternal mystery!

Love Beyond Deathby ~nousdementor

Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

The poem focusses on the concept of folkloric vampire tales of how a vampire is arisen in case the dead loves a living person so that his body isn't laid back to rest. here the writer is stuck in question when he gives up his life for the girl he loves to be with her for eternity, whether she had the difficult option of coming back from the dead, or he had the difficult option of transforming into an undead without the hope of a heaven, or peaceful death. Its actually circles on a basic concept in relationships ...who loves the other more..and does greater sacrifices.
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~EmoMcrFreak Nov 28, 2011 Student General Artist

where do you get your ideas from your wording is so solid

~nousdementor Dec 1, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks. Very flattering. As far as ideas go...hmm..i am insane..and i ilke thinking about such concepts. and sometimes i just try to put up human emotions through metaphorical macabre concept, where actually i tell something of my mind...in a dark way.

~EmoMcrFreak Dec 2, 2011 Student General Artist

we're all insane i know i am its cool i find it rather interesting ^_^

~nousdementor Dec 4, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Hehe..Insanity rules us all deviants. that's why the Dark art is full of interesting and enchanting stuff than normal boring work.

~EmoMcrFreak Dec 17, 2011 Student General Artist

true that you can't go wrong with the dark and the grotesque

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