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Rich Man's BoxesThe Stench is unbelievable,
He masks it with his sleeves.
He unearths his hidden treasure,
Stashes, and swiftly leaves.

By day he buries for those in black,
( I watch him from my tree)
He marks the box-holes with a cross,
And leaves the worms for me.

By night-fall he returns to dig,
The indecisive man!
He takes the still-one from it’s box,
And drags it to his clan.

Ah! What a life it is to live.
Though morbid as it seems;
These bountiful wooden boxes
Are born of rich man’s’ dreams.

I bury them for the mourners,
Read from their book of lies.
But little do these mourners know,
I feast on their demise.

Judged only by the g
The wellThe well, the well
draw no water from the well
The secrets of the depths no living can tell.

Listen, just listen
and then you will hear
the whispers of the children who were murdered here.

The girl, poor girl
she came to the well
a babe in her arms which in the water now dwell.

One more, one more
soon followed the first
crying so fiercely his tiny heart burst.

The girl, poor woman
brought a third to the grave
dead in her womb there was no life to save.

The fourth and fifth were born as one
she brought them to the well
and then there were none.

The woman was hanged from the old gallows tree
when the children grow silent
her soul shall
She Isn't Sorry...Somberly pacing darkened halls,
She harkens to the midnight calls
Of silken-shrouded, haunted Things
Which soar on ghastly cobwebbed wings...

Her honeymoon ended in a flash
Of steel; her knife left a gash
Deep in her lover's faithless heart;
Such is the price of seducing art!

Primly she sits in her padded cell,
Smiling as she harkens to the knell
Of funereal chimes in the graveyard cold;
"They're burying him in the dark dank mould!"
Reoccurring SlightlyThinking and thinking yes again,
But its reoccurring not so bad,
Although death is seen in my eyes,
My death means nothing to those who cry,
I wish a farewell to not be seen,
But i'm not killed as i used to be,
Death is common as is the scene,
I look to the left and think again,
Wondering where it will end.
I am the MurdererEleventh hour of the day,
You will learn to fade away,
In the darkness isn't it right?
To be forgot in the night?
Keep on moving what do you see?
Oh are you behind me?
Try to kill me yes i see,
Just a knife is what i need.
To leave now without further to do,
For i will murder you,
Hurt my family kill my friends,
Damage the insides of all that mends,
To be punished damned to hell,
You won't know what i tell.
Take it back now you see,
You decided to hurt me,
Death and pain comes with a toll,
Never wanting it to show,
A murderer now walks the street,
For now it is me.
Things Ill Never ShareIt’s been too long since I have seen
A familiar face inside my dreams
Covered bodies, constant blurs
Voices echo into slurs

All I see are eyes that stare
There’s bloodshed in my nightmares
And, although I never try to be
The killer ends up being me

I awake and never feel at rest
Sleepless nights weighed down by stress
That instinct lives within my thoughts
A sickness, a virus that never stops

It seems I’ve lead myself to think
I need a smoke or maybe a drink
An outlet, but I must resist
Biting my nails or cutting my wrists

I will always fight this urge to kill
I can remain calm and tranquil
Its only human to have this d
Insane otherEvery single drawing drove her upset,
Every single drawing came like the rest.
Never satisfied with all divine,
Knowing it all just began with a rhyme.
Just like her drawings she can't speak a thing,
Thinking and thinking made her insane.
Looking around so frequently,
Waiting for death to come swiftly.
Jack the RipperLooking up
From a body cold
Withered skin
Decades old

Are frosty eyes
Unseeing and still
Staring out
After a gruesome kill

Done by a man
A merciless mystery
Jack the Ripper
A piece of history

Or is he?
Rich Man's Boxes (re-drafted)The stench is hard to misperceive,
And so he masks it with his sleeve.
Unearthing his hidden treasure,
Drags it home at his own leisure.

By day he buries for those in black.
We watch from our trees, holding back.
He marks the box-holes with a cross,
Leaving our worms and upturned moss.

By nightfall he comes, with his spade,
Takes the still ones, his common raid,
Returns the box where it began,
O, Strange and indecisive man!

Ah! What a life it is to live.
Though morbid as it seems;
These bountiful wooden boxes
Are born of rich man’s dreams.

I bury them for the mourners,
Read from their book of lies.
But little do these mourners know,
*The Crypt*In vampire crypt eternal sleep
Decades pass and mould does creep
Where time no longer has a place
Dormant bodies beyond embrace.

Lured to sleep in timeless portal
Ancient ones who were not mortal
Vampire hunter with garnet eyes
Showed no mercy, they won't arise

Millenia passed they are not missed
Secret lost like morning mist
Crypt is safe, but who knows where?
Dormant fury caught in snare.

2013 Delice1941
23rd May2013
A Very Short Silent Hill PoemBlood and rust on the wall, she's planning to kill us all.

Might as well enjoy the carousel. Spinning horses with no tail.

"You can run, but you can't hide..." A voice giggles from inside.

We cry with all our might, until god is satisfied.
Don't Go In The WoodsIf you ever go walking in the woods.
Late at night.
Take my words into consideration.
And beware.

Beware the blood red moon.
For when you see that.
It is when you know..
That the Hessian is on the prowl.

He races through the night.
Hunting for his prey.
His gaze and teeth are razor sharp.
He'll chop off your head..
And steal your heart.

If you seek the bloodthirsty one.
The one known as the Hessian.
Make a turn to the Indian trail.
To the tree of the dead.

But be sure not to come alone.
As he's always looking for more victims.
Climb down carefully to the Hessian's lair.
Can you hear him roaring?

If you can.
Say your prayers.
And don't fo
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The Night Shift.I’m down for a diaper change because it’s about time, I put trust in you and you ask me of mine.

I lie on my back and let you undo the tape, unaware to you now but the time will soon change.

You stare down the look on my blushing red face, and wonder how it feels to be in my place.

I know what you’re thinking from my eyes that see all, eyes that stare back as your guard starts to fall.

Without a warning you’re trapped in my gaze, your eyes start to haze, you’re lost and you’re dazed.

I reach from the floor and put my hand on your heart, your soul’s in the light but afraid of the dark.

I know tha
The MasqueradeThe Masquerade
From "Mask of the Red Death" by Edgar Allen Poe
Contest entry for "a night t a masquerade ball"
'T was the night of the 23rd
The wind was blowing hard
The townsfolk curled up in their beds
Not a living soul went out
The wind swept the dust along the road
The clouds wreathed a pale moon
Far away at the court of Estafal
The nobles gave a masquerade ball
They dressed as creatures that walked the night
Dark costumes, faces painted deathly white
Then came a caller at the gate
The guard tried to warn him, or her,
That he had come too late
As he opened his mouth to speak
The guard choked on his breath
The caller strode silently through the door
Leaving the guard to his fate
He headed for the ball room
He found it within an hour
Then he stalked the dancing guests
Each one met his or her death
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Tales of Far Away

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She was tempted by a stranger who told tales of far away
Entrancing tales of worlds never touched by the light of day
Never saw his fangs and scaley hands, not the slightest clue
Didn't see his warped intentions on with her he planned to do
Lost within the power which reflected in his eyes
It was then that he dropped his cunning humanoid disguise
At the hour of midnight with a bite she did transform
And in a world forever dark with night she stood, forlorn
To serve a life of darkness, a demonic judgement day
In foolish ears doomed to whisper sweet tales of far away.
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~Phenomenonn4o Sep 2, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
This is so fantasy like, I feel like I'm reading Eragon all over again, thanks for writing such a craft full piece ^^
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Mood: Love ~AzheenFuad Aug 20, 2012  Hobbyist Photographer
This is so enchantingly beautiful, great job!
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