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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
cremate my feelings
put my thoughts in a mausoleum
bury my heart in a wooden coffin
dump my soul into the sea
just leave my body here.
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,
Well, let me show,
Walk on through.
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
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"
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 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.
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.
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.
Would you make my heart pound
and my whole body shake???
Would you hug me tight
and stay with me all through the night???
Would you make me smile everyday
and take all of my tears away???
Would you tease and tickle my thoughts
and let me know u love me a lot???
Would you give me your trust
and promise that our love is not lust???
Well would you??? ^.^
Waiting for the chance to meet you
Drooling for a chance to touch you
Loving you with every kiss
One night with you i only wish
Its making me ill
Im loving this thrill
I even gave u all my trust
I don't know why i liked you so much
Usatisfied you little boy
I guess Illnever be enough
Visions of you in my head
While you sleep in someone elses bed
Now my only attraction to you
Is because i could never have you
Your memorizing love
I only dream of.
I hate Him
I need Him
Hes my gateway drug
Too much of you made me
Addicted to your sweet love
I forgot to read your side effects
Of breaking young girls hearts.
I sucked you in
Breathed you out
Now I know what its all about
I gave you my heart
You played it well
I thought you cared
But I should have I known
Your love never would have grown
Visions of your face in my dreams
Your hands crushing my heart
I wish you'd stop haunting me
Let me rest
Let my herat go
I need Him
I hate Him
MY PImp DAddy
Im sick of being alone
When are you coming home
Just a glimpse of your joints
I can remember smelling your weed
I'll smoke J's anywhere
Somewhere that no one can retrace.
Somewhere that no will know out faces.
He has two arms to hold me
Four bags of weed for us now
Hes not your typical stoner
Hes my Pimp daddy
He knows when something is wrong
When something doesn't belong
When joints are not rolled right
but he can assured that with me there is no conspiracy.
My joints always rolled tight.
He can take me to the place that he calls home
Which is a crackhouse that will someday be my own
PLease take me to your weed n
Can we forget about the things you said?
Can we forget the things you did?
Can we forget the drug use and abuse?
Can we forget the lying and dying?
Can we forget the crying and smiling?
Can we forget the fighting and biting?
Can we forget the stealing and dealing?
Can we forget the illusions and delusions?
Can we forget the stirved and deprived?
But we can't forget, not now, not yet.
Sitting in a dark world
Oh so cold and gray
Time slowly passes by
Nothing much to say
But then the dosage
Hits your head
Finally your flying high
High above the musty clouds
Where bright colors never die
A rainbow forms in front in you
or is it in your head?
Its doesn't matter as long as
it never fades
But if somethign has begun
Then it definatly must end
The ride is over once again
Your sitting in a dark room now
All the colors have turned gray
You said it was the last time
Well maybe just one more day.
I'd rather be alone
Under the covers, in my bed
Listening to you fight
Through the safety of my bedroom walls
Its easyier to walk away
Drop what I love
Pretending not to care
Why do you do it dad?
The clocks counting down to another broken promise
I hate our favorite memories
They hurt me deep inside
The fun times don't exist anymore
I think we've both shut that door
Turned our backs and thrown away the key
It's easyier to run away
Grab what I love and Save the day
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More