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Feb 2020 · 577
The nightmare.
Blackedpoison Feb 2020
-- you didn’t see anything yet.

Yeah, he touched my blood with his Threats.
He brought his flood to my rights without regrets.
His tongue is covered by mud and his
malice is full of sweat.
And you have to know that,
He is a lonely bud that you can't love or forget.
Feb 2020 · 172
The liberty
Blackedpoison Feb 2020
Stop muting the
breath of your fear
Just Drill your own beer
to find your golden jeer.


Let it smash your own tear
Until you find your rights
To live your cheer
Without yourself
And without them my lovely deer.
Feb 2020 · 132
the seething
Blackedpoison Feb 2020
lead me to the sun,
That will be always
the main symbol of seething
the convincing reason
who I'm bleeding.

let its dark lava pray for us,
to have the blessing for our fuzz,
And don't forget to
care about its volatile rage,
thus you will get the golden page
of wisdom
from the right sage.

hide your justification
within the body of your mystifcation
don't dare to fight the circle of black fire
that will cause your happines
a great ire.
Blackedpoison Jan 2020
The folks in heaven were angry
Because their trees were hungry
That’s why
They killed the last cranky.

After which
they feed the trees amply
With his blood which is totally

But all of a sudden
The greed attacked the branches
And start to spread the sins
In the form of patches.

And finally,
the handsome cruelness built its rituals
within the holy individuals
until the terror bloomed within the folks
and hunt the heaven
to burn its strokes.
Jan 2020 · 692
the fire
Blackedpoison Jan 2020
he wrote that:

when she write her poems
she published the fire within my bones

she killed me, with her thrones
when she was fighting the life, with her tones

I lived there, between the groans
when she knew, how to bloom the stones

when she write her poems
I have to try to withheld my moans
Jan 2020 · 1.0k
the rusty nightmare
Blackedpoison Jan 2020
she tasted the dryness of her   blood by mistake.
and she realized that her veins were fake.

she walked towards the red lake.
to commit suicide!
while  she found that the water was flake.

the death was  rusty,
like a rotten big cake
that will never digest
Within the body of snake

That settled in her nightmare
And keeps her terror awake.
Jan 2020 · 338
Thine wailing day
Blackedpoison Jan 2020
in this Morn,
Under this clime,
She found her dark hails,

She tasted its drops and thee can hanging it
on thine blue nose Thro’ this explode.
now, after the mad mass
the Isle became bold , because it scattered the inner gold,
And whose wailing is this?
Who knows!
Before you go,
Cheer their death up
and embrace your pavilions
And fly carefully
Towards the panic .
Jan 2020 · 521
The living Door
Blackedpoison Jan 2020
next to this real terror
there was a real door
that has an error
with a number four

she tried to hang it on it
and ignore its lore
there was a single sore
within its living bore

it hate to lie
but he liked it before
when he was sure that
it is an angelic core.

he will never have more
of number four
even when its rejection towards her
is so poor
but it still can find the inner shore.
within her gore.
Jan 2020 · 603
the dark trace -lie-
Blackedpoison Jan 2020
she reached this ugly place
and found a dark trace
that captured the terror within her face,

the trace became like a hole
within her senses and heart
like a nasty big ball

she ran towards nothing !
like she was in an actual race
because, this dark lie!
put her in a dangerous case
until the trace shone again!
behind her, like a grace
and suddenly, stood up!
in front of her!
like a heaven base

she stoped, and felt sorry
when the evilness within the grace, was too sick
she licked its inner wounds so quick
until it healed, and its health became thick
but all of the sudden,
  she felt the hit!
on her head by a huge stick.

within this scary darkness
she left her breath with sadness
and about the evilness
that hiding within the grace soul
you can taste its gladness
Jan 2020 · 752
the destruction divine
Blackedpoison Jan 2020
after the doomsday
there was an actual poet from the hell,
who always had a knout
to torture their  pale faces
within huge dark fiery cell ,

he ruined and burned their compositions
and made them melting together
again and again  
in a very dark position.

when the god revive them for the sixth time
one of them wailed and said to the poet:
my dear destruction divine
secretly, let the heaven to be mine
and stop giving our thirst
this cursed brine.

the poet responded  and said
yes, i'm the real destruction divine
of course i will not give you a wine
but i will turn off the pine
to keep you close
to your final dark line
Jan 2020 · 628
The verses of death.
Blackedpoison Jan 2020
He hunted his devastation,
to mar it and make it worse
Like a perfect perturbation,
He cooked his body combination  
With his real obligation.
And he rehearsed
to let his body stalk
with its curses
And fell in love with
the death verses
Jan 2020 · 1.1k
our gloom
Blackedpoison Jan 2020
I will drag your predation  to mine
to mix it and prepare it as a perfect wine.
I will not leave your line
until I make sure that our gloom is fine.
trust this dust-path and this shrine
of our love that will always mar the sunshine.
Jan 2020 · 947
the fancy dart
Blackedpoison Jan 2020
once upon a dark time
there was a dart
that came and made us apart
with huge different wills of arts
I write
when he likes to be within the plight
I draw
when he mars glow
I swim
when he likes to drowning
near to the brim
of our fancy dark dart.
Jan 2020 · 1.7k
her own death
Blackedpoison Jan 2020
she kept her death
within her breath,
she joined the destruction
with its half seduction.
until she fell in love with
its obstruction.

Jan 2020 · 1.5k
The love.
Blackedpoison Jan 2020
My lord
Show me the real love
And if you don’t mind
Send it to me
with an angelic dove.

— The End —