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Holy as sin.Stand still, the trial now begins!
Enjoy the monsters' laughter, divine,
Accusing the weak, those who shine,
Pledging mercy, blood filled sins.

Their eyes are filled with lust,
A gluttony satisfied only by blood,
Your lungs start filling with dust,
Your pure heart wept from the flood.

In the palace of Broken Vows,
Your soul is nothing, your actions false!
Accused for murder, rape and necrophilia,
But you weren't there, you're in the militia.

The virgin whore led by the holy guard,
You protected their sins and now you rot.
Called to arms, you unsheathe your sword,
What will you do now? What have you got?

To kill for your pureness, patheti

When People BleedThere's nothing cute about my smile
because I grin when people bleed.
There's nothing sweet about my eyes;
they only open to watch you plead.

I don't see innocence in the mirror
and though my hair may pass my back.
I won't turn and show you horror
because my back you'll surely stab.

Petticoats and bodies float
as I set my demons free.
Blood is shed upon this blade
and now my own- so cute, so sweet.

ThinkingThinking and thinking way too much,
Scaring myself into this rut,
Horrified of what it should be,
Hoping not to be scared off me,
Running so far so very scared,
It doesn't make sense no where,
Frightened and heart pounding,
Heard these words so demanding,
Screaming so very deep inside,
I can sit here and merely cry.

Executioner.Feel that heart drumming?
Well it's gonna stop one day;
so better get your adrenaline running.
If wise you'll seize no delay:
Because that knife I pulled from my back will take your life away.

Blood still drenches it fresh-
I bet you're anxious to sense how it coheres with your own.
Like a viper she'll maim your flesh,
bury herself into your chest,
and find her way to the marrow of your godforsaken bones.

I see liquid copper gurgle from your throat already;
you can't breathe- I wonder why it's no longer slow and steady?
What was a tongue, now nothing but a incompetent lump of carrion,
but worry not, knave:
Those whose mouths are poisoned by

*Bite*End of day is perilously close
Moon begins to rise
It's bloodshot eye sends ripples of light
On world as it slowly dies.

This the hour Dracula wakes
To prey on mortal man
Air is disturbed, dangerous smell
Get out, run fast if you can.

Black cloak swirls, practiced swoop
Strong arms enfold, deadly embrace
Mesmerized by bloodless eyes
Glorious features, stone cold face.

Time of change is about to begin
Cool fingers caress so gently
Beguiling kisses from vampire lips
victim running on empty.

Hypnotized by long dead eyes
Too feeble to resist
Enfolded by odorous cloak
Vanished into predawn mist.

2013 Delice1941
15th May2013

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?

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.

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

The ReturnQuite some time has elapsed
The son has returned; he's back

Once a good son, things have changed
Since the years he's gone insane

He's risen from the deepest depths
The gash in his head still prominent

Though he's come back from the dead
He's still a being with touchable flesh

The son thinks back to the time
When his father took his life

His father shall never be forgiven
For the everlasting wound he gave him

Blood stained and battered, the son begins
The search for his father, and demonic revenge.

*Sea Creatures*Ocean monsters haunt this dream
Fearsome fish with scales that gleam
Humongous lobster, ocean big-shot
Crustacean furious caught in pot.

Octopus with coal black eye
I cannot help stangled cry
Electric eels shock and spark
Heart is thumping in the dark.

Dolphins playful, usually
Grow neon lights so they can see
Where we cower in salty fear
Grit our teeth, dawn is near.

So pleased to see morning light
Could really do without this fright
Countless fathoms, ocean deep
Nightmare destroyed dreamless sleep.

2013 Delice1941
15th May2013

UntitledPain and sorrow goes tomorrow,
As long as it shows we will know,
Coming near we are choked,
Running near but in the cold,
Never knowing what to do,
Trying hard to keep hope,
Remembering its not me nope,
Feel like hiding over again,
Hoping i can't be found again,
But to be in pain and run away,
Doesn't help me in resembling,
I can't run and help all that hide,
I'm not helpful in that tide.

WerewolfDon't walk with me
I'll walk alone
I don't want you to see
My yelps, my moan

My ears grow wolf-like
I sprout sharp claws
Don't take a hike
Avoid my jaws

I am a legend
I bite and I growl
Here's the end
Here's my howl

El Silencio Como ArmaHuid Lucifer
Lo que vuestro frenesí ha creado
Se pronuncia hoy por sobre tu trono
Huid, ni el infierno bastara por condena
El Seol se hará paraíso frente a mi demencia
Huid a prisa, te observan al descanso,
Mas en tu infortunio, la fatiga,
Dulce hermana, repudia y aborrece
De todos modos, estimada contraparte,
Es una amante que eternamente te cortejará
¿Aullido de la noche?
¿Habrá para vos temor más insoportable?
¿Mi sigilo en el alba?
La muerte resulta un presente
Enviar licántropos tras tus huellas,
Ver tú alzar ante los molinos de vuestra fuga,
Glorificar la tierra, comerciante de tu gloria,
Regateando los muñones de tu dignidad…
No recuerdo manjar más exquisito
Que ahogara mi vista en tan cruel mueca
Bosques, susurradores de mi nombre
Desiertos, clones de mi colmillo favorito
Y el mar, Leviatán, mi buen amigo…
Haz de tu solaz su talar
Bien comprendo
Tu gana bárbara

...Angry angry i had become,
If it wasn't for him i would have been shunned,
Thinking of what could have happened here,
Grabbed her by the neck pulled her near,
Slam her down into the concrete,
Then picking her back up to her feet,
Throw her back down once again,
Slamming her skull so deep in,
Pick her back up punch her in the face,
Thrown her aside and kick in her waist,
Trying to kill her i would have tried,
Picked her up and tossed her aside,
I surely would have if i had tried,
But luckily the power was inside,
Attempting to kill and rage is still near,
I would have killed her in front of my peers,
Only then would they see the anger in me,
If only it hadn't been for he.

Entering the Twilight ZoneYour tv turns on by itself.
And it tunes into a show.
But this is a different kind of show.
A show unlike any other.

You're tuning into a show from another dimension.
A dimension not only of sight and sound.
But of mind as well.
A show were anything goes.

A show that comes from a land of shadow.
A land of substance.
Of things and ideas.
Where supernatural activity happens regularly.

Use your imagination to unlock that door.
Which leads you into this dimension.
You are entering it.

Submitted for your approval.
A tv show unlike most.
With many twists and turns.
The name of this show?
The Twilight Zone.

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Asylum

by ~Silent-psycho10, Jan 28, 2011, 1:22:50 PM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Traditional Fixed Forms

Asylum

I should not be here, can't they see?
Just get out of my head!
If you leave then I won't be dead!
But I must die in here instead.

Day in and day out I sit,
Like a wild dog in its cage,
Listening to the floors creak from age,
And you scream out with silenced rage.

The shadow's laugh and dance around me,
As the night slowly passes,
And soon they'll send in the sleeping gases,
So that they may be at ease from my madness.

My padded walls and white coat,
Mark me as the mess I'm not,
But this is what you sought,
And here you cause me to rot.

They have come for me,
Those doctors clad in white,
Syringe in hand and a small light,
You stay calm, but I wish to fight.

You said it would be fine!
You, the part of me that lies!
With numbing body and watery eyes,
I hear you gently whisper "Goodbye."

Asylumby ~Silent-psycho10

Literature / Poetry / Horror / Traditional Fixed Forms

©2011-2013 ~Silent-psycho10

There's something wrong with me....
This was for my English assignment. I probably freaked out a lot of people...
Clarification: “You” suggest split personality, but the person thinks the voice is normal. Just sayin'
I swear, everything I write is either gorey, violent, disturbed, dark, evil, etc. WHY!?

Asylum (c) Silent-psycho10

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~Swirl-spill Apr 9, 2011

Loveliness

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~Silent-psycho10 Apr 27, 2011

thank you!

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Mood: Joy

~Swirl-spill Apr 27, 2011

You're welcome

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Mood: Joy

~Avery1994 Jan 31, 2011 Student General Artist

Dude this is sweet, kind of reminds me of Edgar Allan Poe, my favorite writer. Good job

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~Silent-psycho10 Jan 31, 2011

thanks! Poe is my favorite writer too, he was a big inspiration to this.

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~Avery1994 Feb 1, 2011 Student General Artist

No problem. If you don't mind, I just put up a short story called "The Schism", you should read it

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~FullMetalGuitar412 Jan 28, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

good, you put it up!!!!

told you it was good! and look sarah, you can get your TWO friends back, and MORE when they take you in!!

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~Silent-psycho10 Jan 29, 2011

oye you're mean! but thanks.

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~FullMetalGuitar412 Jan 28, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

good, you put it up!!!!

told you it was good! and look sarah, you can get your TWO friends back, and MORE when they take you in!!

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