Murder – Gothic Inferno

Dark Poetry ~ Nothing to Fear

Give me what is mine.
Quit lying to yourself.
Stop denying the truth.
You’re only being foolish.

Nothing to fear…

Give me what I want.
Quit thwarting my advances.
Stop pulling away.
You’re just being silly.

Whore to the masses.

Give me who you are.
Quit trying to have a personality.
Stop thinking you’re equal to me.
You’re just stupid.

Nowhere to hide.

Give me your blood.
Quit fighting back.
Stop trying to stop me.
You’re going to do what I want.

Worthless little…

Give me your attention.
Quit your bitching.
Stop acting stupid.
You’re going to wish you’d listened.

Never deny me!

Give me your life.

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Tonight @ 7 ~ By Omega Maverick ~ Poem 0000

There’s no denying!
I’ll make you a star.
One thing goes.

My Rules.

You’ll be famous.
All your dreams!

My Way.

You have the best face.
I’ll give you my plan.

My Rules.

Just stay still.
I told you. Stay still!

My Way.

You want to be pretty for your debut.
So very pretty.

My Rules.

Quit crying.
You’ll ruin the makeup.

My Way.

You want to be pretty.
You want mom and dad to be proud.

My Rules.

You are all anyone will talk about.
You’ll be on the news.

Tonight @ 7

Poem ~ Born on Date

Wringing hands in glee.
Universe within.
Surrendered uses.

Within God and Devil,
Beauty in truth disheveled.

No need for pomp or circumstance.

When born on date may expire.
Claiming lower, rising higher.

Desired remnants of things gone past.
Beyond merit, reason, or moment.

Breathing passed.

Poetry ~ Drainbow of Loathing

Depart from this life of mine!

Allow bulb cord pull.
Brightness Returns.

Only memories darken.
Devilish nocturnal remissions.
Where only now presides.

Tyrant as always.
Clawing for new prey.
Residue seethes through soul.

Playing with paints.
Cascade of colors.
A drainbow of loathing.

Desecration of the day.
Excrete my files.
Now, I am repentant.

Sickness makes me shine.
Soul prisoner to a vision.
Reminder of the remainder of silence.

Wishing for thrones never had.
Never dream to dream vehemently.

Viciousness may erupt victorious.
Violence of light and beauty.
Venom going down inner thigh.

Pathways to eternity.

Amazing gaze.
Intense deployment.
Last breath fire punched.

Ceasing to exist: poison.
Arsenic laden lips.

Heart fails soul.
Flesh prison released.
Tears shed.

Peace.

Poetry ~ The Valley of Fallen Towers

Seeing the valley of fallen towers.
I’ve committed myself to spirit.
Keep movement, live moments, never give in.

This morning, could be the first moment of the last intake.

I fear no demons outward or inward.
I remind even when all seems lost.

I have this day.
I have life.
I have I.

As I walk, I need not be reminded…
No loss of memory occurs in this valley.
It’s memory seared concrete, diamond, and steel.
Time to steal away transportation.

Better memories ahead; happier journeys on the horizon.

Dark Poetry ~ Silent Serenity

Misty eyed milk maids.
Mired in conjoined fusion confusion.

Abodes of housewife fornication.
Struggle, no envisioned dream.

Linear time dance,
Ever moving forward,
Micro digital awaker.

Hurried breaths are our…

Known universe?

Time’s no reality!
Construct the given forgiven.
Reality meat beats produce.

Moving around the face…

Like, the hands of small children.
Painting on canvas.

Where, watch clock serenades,
Meet silent serenity.

Dark Poetry ~ Sinjury in the Soul

Syllables imprisoned by mortality morality.
A warm grasp on now cold throat.

Grime resurfacing.

Crushing fears with sweet tonal caress.
Silenced, guttural, sweeping out…

Sinjury in the soul.

Brooding drift in mediocrity serenade.
Breeze haunts grind against the window of pane.
Liquid sand, grains of terror of watery deep.

Hearing the glorious gasp!

Striving, longing, aching…
Clinging to keep soul to flesh.
Silently scream all you desire.

Oh… too late: you just expired…