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If you utter my name,
I shall manifest as an entity—
A horned wolf crafted from obsidian shadow.
My reddish eyes will dart through you,
Consuming your light and leaving you with only endless onyx.

If you dare to reach for me,
I shall corrupt you, overriding your DNA.
I shall consume your soul like a cannibal,
Invading your spaces like a parasite,
And you shall become my vessel.

If you sing my praises,
I shall repay you in broken dreams.
I shall reveal that blood is merely wine,
As you sip from tapped vines,
Renewed  with a steeled spine,
Forever  twisted and turned—
mine.

I am the wolf, hungry and insatiable,
A demon with a slicked tongue.
Some perceive me as an incubus,
Capable of misleading you into darker deeds.
I shall ravage your body while you beg me for mercy,
And when the day is done, you shall seek release.

From my dungeon,
I shall emerge into the streets,
Until you find an emptiness in need.
Speak my name, reach for me, and sing my praises,
Until I come to efface you, nameless.
Just playing with words and concepts here, curious what you think.
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She hove into view
drawing near.
We hu~mped
pleasure turned to fire.
I woke
lost in possession
my nod now twisted
into wickedness.

~~
Now,
anything she wants
anything she rules!

~
Anything
~~
Anything
Psychosa Jul 2022
I’m falling asleep again.
Can you feel my heart?
All I can feel is its weight…
It’s so heavy.
Whenever I try to get up,
It pushes me down further.
Why can’t I wake up?
This demon of death
Lies atop me,
****** my soul.

Release Me!
Release me, demon.

It’s getting hard to breathe.
Demon of death,
Take me or leave me.
But I cannot Stay
asleep.
I S A A C Apr 2022
demonic, my self-sabotage is chronic
after a couple of gin and tonics, music is electronic
your body like a comic, I wanna read, I wanna see
something about you was made for me, made to be
my little teddy bear to sleep with, I'm wearing no underwear that's my secret
come and plant your seed then reap it
illogical thinking who needs a reason?
I just need you in this bed until noon
Pyrrha Jan 2020
Your angelic words wrapped with demonic intent
Wont reach me from all the way up there
Your pedestal is too high, I'm afraid I can't hear a word you say
Your godlike vocabulary can't hide that devilish motive
And for as much as you lie, you are one awful liar
That angel light of yours can't blind me anymore
I have a special pair of sunglasses now
They block out all the repugnant **** from sight
Contoured Dec 2019
The water in my faucet is red,
Because the pipes have began to rust.
I should've cleaned them out,
But the problem is I just..

I just couldn't return to the pipes because I always seemed to crave pb&j's when they'd come to mind and I quickly forgot about them.

I miss the once clear water,
I remember when it gained a tint.
I should've cleaned them then,
But I just didn't...

I didn't want the chemicals to touch my hands and make them feel the way hands do when they touch chemicals.

I should buy a new faucet,
One rust free, preferably matte.
It would fix all of my problems,
But the problem is that...

Is that it'd be a different faucet.
Transcendence into the 7th circle
The emptiness a grave remembers when a funeral ends.
You looked into my eyes and promised me we would douse together.
Vanquish together.
You forgot about me
how deeply I cherished you.
How could you forget.
Im nothing left.
The crying of a violin in an empty vessel.
You deceived the entity out of me.
You writhed into my soul, quietly, but still, like the grim reaper lingering at my bed side.
The snake ingesting it’s own tail.
I can show you emptiness like you’ve never seen.
The hesitation to bear something.
Clever in hand, you painted my throat.
It spilled deeply, it spilled sweetly.
A cue to the abyss.
The return of the foul mouthed fool.
They whispered rot.
Their heads turned as they danced around my carcass.
They bathed in my blood, they felt rejoice.
I’ve been worn as a pelt.
I’ve been made a sap to the sickly.
The raven of death gorged my eyes.
The marbles that reflected my pain.
I was blind.
A blind sore stumbling over disparity.
I ruminated into sorrow.
I ripened death.
I married it in a vail of red.
Vows made in blood.
Rebirth.
This is what love feels like when the only person you cared about suddenly feels nothing.
Jade Welch Mar 2019
I didn't REALLY lose you.

The reality of it is, I never really held a single piece of you,
but you possessed my entire heart.
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