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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

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

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

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.

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

The girl in the pondIt was a warm summer night when I found her.
Her dress was white with yellow sunflowers,
and her auburn hair was spread out around her pale face.

It looked like an ever changing halo
moving gently in a soft breeze.

She had lost a shoe

Like Cinderella

Her deep, blue eyes stared into heaven
and the freckles of her skin drew constellations
against the pale background to mirror the stars above.

Fish gently nibbled at her fingers and nestled in her hair
paying no heed to her ruby lips which her last breath had left open
almost like an invitation.

I looked at her
fascinated

I loved her...

Thinking it was the least I could do
now that she ha

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

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,

MirrorTake one look at yourself,
"What are you?"

The figure remains motionless,
Clear orbs glaring icy daggers,
Mouth curving into a twisted snarl,
Hands finally moving at lightning speed,
Palms colliding with the fragile barrier.

"What are you!?"

A jagged smirk is painted on the figure,
Laughter resonates from within,
Sick and disturbing and wicked,
Fear begins to invade your mind,
As your body trembles along with it.

The glass is cracking,
Shiny shards scatter across the floor,
Crimson liquid oozes out,
Soaking into everything.

"Stop it! That’s enough!"

'Only you can stop it,
But will you?'

The sealed room continues to fill,
With no

~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,

The Mask of FreedomCreepy voices sprung from the dark side of Lucy's room
Oversized masks on faces appeared from the emptiness

Join us...Its time for you to be relieved from your pain..

Morning came, and Lucy awoke from her frightening dream
Every night, Lucy dreamt of the masked man and his army of masks

Just like the night before, Lucy cried to sleep
One day she woke up to the sound of her mother screaming, another fight...
In the end she stopped caring, yet she kept crying
Not that she blames herself, but she wants things things back to what they used to be...

Things were always bad, you were just too blind. Join us..

The tears stopped and one day, the

This is my designWeapon of choice...
heart
victim to bare
myself
I open up my chest
and pull out the organ
display for all to see.
bruised and battered
I want it to be touched.
Slowly I die
but wearing a crooked smile
I'm fine.
It's there for one to take
to accept even as it decays
This is my design.

MonstersVampires have no hearts,
But zombies have no brains;
One to love, one to plot without pain.
Ghosts have no bodies,
But werewolves have two;
Both can haunt by the silver moon.
Experiments with patched together souls,
But two in one body don't make one whole.
Mad scientists they truly are.
All with something lost, and some with too much gained,
With no peace in Death
they hath lain.

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StarshineThud! I'm flat on my back
with faint memories of transparent silk
drifting over my body like water (and like water,
these memories too,
slip through my fingers).

Fallen stars lay scattered on the floor
and I wish I could inhale their sparkle,
breathe in their life. The moon itself
would not be enough to fill this.

My faceless friend,
won't you drape your world over me
again.

365 ReasonsA grungy soundtrack backdrops
the year I fell apart; this male voice with
half-opened eyes attached,
I think of sex, I think of violence, I think of
you:
another male voice, bringing my own
emotional baggage with you (are you staying
very long?
I hope so, you'd say).

Hours of angry and seductive guitar riffs
pepper the angry and loving hours
spent thinking of you, talking to you (the best sex
was hate and love combined).

I've made a million promises never kept,
forgotten after I gave birth to them,
but never forgotten by you. This is my separation,
my consolation in lying for a future
that will never come, that was never goin

Jaws of LifeTake my pearls and strangle me
I wanna taste your chloroform
Grab me tightly by the throat
I wanna feel your fingers burn

Tear the air out of my lungs
Paint my lips an icy blue
Wipe the colour from my face
Freeze my bones, I cannot move

- CHORUS -

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK MY LEGS OPEN
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK MY LEGS WIDE
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK MY LEGS OPEN
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK MY LEGS WIDE

My flesh is tearing, ripping, snaring
As you pin me down, again and again
Groans bounce off my snow white skin
Taste my flower slowly dry

You keep gasping, grab me hard
Would you glue my eyelids shut
Zip yourself up, blow a kiss
Leave me here

Interpret.thatSaintshaveFouledWeeks, weeks, weeks ago,
you were dripping on my guitar
and I knew I had stolen a riff
but you smiled that smile and I quietly protested
(in my head). It only took me
until after the notes had faded and all my cigarettes
were crushed to dust,
to tell you I'm a liar but that you never listened.

No reply, no reply. I just played the last song
in hopes you'd be intrigued once more
but you have new chords to learn.

My OnlyIn the morning, I straighten my mirror
and stare at the miles of bulging, stretching flesh,
popped seams and hidden hipbones.
These numbers are lying, I tell myself, this scale
is broken.

I pour another cup of coffee, black and down
look at this body, this
revolting body.

Confusion: my thighs
no longer touch.

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by ~seanna, Jan 12, 2005, 2:19:08 PM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

Bitten talons snatch out
the cotton in your candy,
dipped in acid,
they claw at your bile duct.

"Come play awhile?" I ask
with eyes aflame and a daggered throat,
hoping you say no
because your silky milk voice
won't turn this gold into straw.

"In distress," you say,
"Is how I like them. With
a ripe pomegranete mouth open
and a torn seafoam dress,"
you serpent-tongued your lips,
"I've always wanted
to fuck Aphrodite."

Icicle teeth of mine melt away
to oil puddles dripping down my chin.
I swallowed my tongue
and you were pinned
by your rib.

Even I remembered when smiles
weren't pocked by impatience
and the sun glowed like the moon
everyday.

Surface Silenceby ~seanna

Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

It's not that I didn't have anything to say.

I'm just scared of myself and of you.

~Vesiculae Jan 16, 2005

I must show my respects to this. Hats off.

Did I ever mention that said "Girl of my Dreams" would actually be a better poet than I?

fave.

~seanna Jan 16, 2005

[insert blush here]

Phh.

~completeaccident Jan 12, 2005

Very little writing gives me the chills like this did. Your use of myth is clean and biting, I really like the way you utilize dialogue in your poetry, and you do a fabulous job of walking the fine line between 'lurid' and 'sterilized'. Huzzah for poetry with punctuation.

I would be scared, too.

~seanna Jan 12, 2005

Why thank you, daaaaaaaaaaahling.

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