Snarls and growls
Not to far behind
Hunting for sins and easy prey
The lingering odor from something that smells so putrid and fowl
It has been wired to **** and hunt to tear flesh, for that is how it is designed
Designed not to be loyal but betray
Skin as dark and the depths of hell
As slick and think as suffocating oil
No one can ever tell
For they boil
It’s such an unknown material
Similar to that of a gargoyle
Deep red eyes
That much similar to an open wound gushing gory blood
Created and build from those in a past life that told lies
Takes revenge and makes your slow feet trek through thick murky mud
Claws as sharp as razors
Reach for your soul for the taking
They are dominant beasts and brutal slayers
Creating a sickening making
Hunting and slaying into the dark everlasting night
No one is safe from the hounds to haul
Itching and ready to take a sdevils front door
Inspiring an uncertain fright
Praying to the devils maker to be safe from the maul
Wanting to be how life was before
They had to say goodbye
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 6:07 PM UTC
The way to hell
Is open and wide
But there is no tell
What awaits inside
The blood-red fire
Is a blazing burn
But let me tell you, sire
You have no turn
The intensity of the heat
Will leave you ****** and bruised
So sit down in your seat
For thou, you will be transfused
The way to hell
Is open and wide
There is nothing that can outsell
Your own dried eyes
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 10:54 PM UTC
Here's a piece of my mind
A puzzle that is me
I'm a little blind
And all of my thoughts are lost in a sea
But that's a little part of my mind
I seem fierce and confident
But in actuality, I'm the opposite
This mindset is not always constant
Everything in me is like a conglomerate
But that's just a little part of my mind
One minute my mind is a green meadow
The next is a burning forest screaming
Everyone in the afterglow
Meanwhile, I feel I am a nightmare dreaming
But that's just a little part of my mind
Every day I feel my heart-breaking
Craking more little by little
The pain becoming backbreaking
Wanting me to go to a hospital
But that's just a little part of my mind
In the end, on the other hand, I try
With only one savior in the waiting love
I've tried many times to say goodbye
But I can't because of the want, thereof
Hidding the pieces of my mind
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 10:41 PM UTC
The painter has her paintbrush.
She swipes and glides it across,
A picture of red moves and she smiles.
The sensation of this pretty picture,
Gives her pure bliss.
Pouring her heart and thoughts into this picture.
And smiling as she starts to see black.
Over a hundred glides from her sharp paintbrush,
But that isn't enough
Sadly she knows she needs to stop,
If she does not want anyone to suspect.
She cleans her weapon.
She smirks and wraps the art in white,
Enjoying the pain.
Then she lays down, closing her eyes, and falls into a dreamless sleep, hating herself.
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 7:34 PM UTC
The numb feeling
It's back
I thought I was healing
But I've been hacked
The Demons came back meaner then ever
They have the upper advantage, even though I fight back
They have there hands on the grey lever
But they have something I seem to lack
My head is a dangerous place
Spinning with millions of thoughts and images
My head is acting like a dark cold locked case
Acting as though they can be characterized as erysipelas.
I scream and I shout
But my voice comes out silent and I am mute
Everything I learned as a defense starts to become a doubt
Everyone is giving me a shameful expression, kicking me aside with their boot
So instead as my defense I curl up
I hide from the world to avoid more pain
Waiting for someone to letup
Instead there’s just overwhelming distain
And I extinguish that old flame in me in submission
Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 10:58 PM UTC