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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.

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

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

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……

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.

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"

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,

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

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.

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Alone?

by ~sabrinahyatt, May 24, 2005, 9:34:33 PM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

All alone in her own little world,
she cries herself to sleep.
No one there to save her from herself,
she bleeds.
She says no one loves her,
she has no friends,
but it is all in her mind,
I'm here.
I sit back and watch,
there is nothing I can do,
nothing I can say.
When she drinks,
she does not think.
And it is like the knife has its own mind,
when it cuts,
each time another peice of her mind falls away,
flies away.
I know what she is going through,
I almost did the same.
So what I can do is give advise,
on things I would have done different.
Those things I should not have said,
should not have done.
My friends worried the same as I worry for her,
I caused so much pain.
It is a wonder they're still here,
to help me get through.
And I still think God that I did not go to far,
it took wakeing up to realize,
I have people who care,
people to love me,
because I am not alone.

Alone?by ~sabrinahyatt

Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

I met a girl who was cutting herself.

~LXxLPgirlxXP Jun 29, 2005

I heart it...

~sabrinahyatt Jun 30, 2005

Thank you. ^^

~Chioka-san May 26, 2005

Wow dude that almost made me cry I have a similar situation. Thank you for that it was very good.

~sabrinahyatt May 27, 2005

Thank you. I hope It helped some with your situation. I have always found that reading other peoples poetry always helps. If you ever want to talk about it you can leave me a note or something. Thank you for the fav I really appreciate it.

~Chioka-san May 27, 2005

Yes it was very good and I'll send ya a note cause I like to chat about these sorts of things.

~sabrinahyatt May 27, 2005

kay.

~d-outcaster May 25, 2005

nice nice

~sabrinahyatt May 26, 2005

thanks. ^^

~minzy-the-wondergoat May 25, 2005

~sabrinahyatt May 26, 2005

thanks a bunches.

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