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Rockie Sep 2015
This* is what I'm made for,
Creating characters
With little more than
Imagination,
An image,
Paint and brushes*
I'm in my element,
Horror,
Creepy or just plain gore,
I've got the equipment?
And I shall create away
JDK Sep 2015
The herald of hedonism dove headlong into his own soft spot,
with just enough pressure to puncture it.
Awash in thoughts of lost humbleness;
Swimming in his own *****.

Tore the skin to reveal blood and guts.
Nothing left but guts and blood.

Animated by some force of destruction.
Enough is never enough.
crackedheart Sep 2015
The walls stare at me 
They will never set me free
I'll always be stuck here 
Do you not see? 

They're as white as snow 
And this is why I know 
That my smile will never glow
Even if they go 

Really, I'm in an asylum
it's because I was crazy
I'm sitting in an asylum 
I know I really am crazy 

But do you know the reason why? 
It's because he killed me 
He shattered my life
And now I can't see

A crazy broken smirk 
In the darkness I lurk 
I will search for you 
and probably **** you too 

It's like a trail of dominos
I'll push you down
No sadness too low 
Aww, come on, don't frown 

Now the walls aren't white, they're stained with red
Yes it is blood, because I cut off his head
It's funny how they never saw me escape 
Creeping, slipping out of the locked gates 

The room was completely locked
Did you know how I got out? 
I was never really stocked 
They never knew what is was about

A mystery they'll never find out 
How his head got cut off
Now the both of us shout 
And then they turned soft 

Really, I'm a ghost 
And I'll feed on a host 
To be able to ****
on my own free will

Maybe it's you next
I'll quietly strangle your neck 

They thought I was missing 
They haven't checked my room
They started on the names they're listing
To catch who began this gloom

Really, I'm in an asylum 
No actually, I'm in my room 
It's just that I am dead 
but they haven't buried me yet
Really, only the last stanza makes sense here. Hope I make you feel depressed :)
Grey Sep 2015
I would rip apart your throat
with my teeth
and
swallow down your blood.
My mouth works through
muscle and
tendons and
bone.
My claws grow slowly,
as do my fangs,
and my appetite.
It cannot be sated.
I am Wihtikow,
less than man,
less than beast,
more dangerous
than both combined.
Rachael Parks Aug 2015
Drip drop

Is that water from a tap?

Drip drop

But it's dripping in my lap;

Drip drop

It's thick and scarlet red;

Drip drop

One more cut and I'll be dead.
Lunar Aug 2015
there wouldn't be success
without hardships

there wouldn't be happiness
without tears

there wouldn't be love
without hate

there wouldn't be glory
without gore
"glory and gore come hand in hand, that's why we're making headlines" - 'Glory and Gore', song by Lorde
Erin May 2013
They told her love was perishable
so she drew a knife to her chest.
Slashed two diagonal slits across
the underside of her breast.

Pulled the slightly pulsing *****
out from her bloodstained body,
to stop herself from lustful thoughts
or from playing naughty.

Grew up older, misplaced her trust,
and mistook loving for simple lust;
she hadn't found love, that sad old geezer,
because she had stowed her heart in the freezer.
May 8, 2013/itsjusterin
positrxnicbrain Jun 2015
With every bite with bone and skin,
The temple groaned and shook again.
His dwelling place did I neglect
To the end with bad effect.
Your soul wanders an endless maze.
I simply need
I must concede

A total fool
A blood pool
My razor shines
My fine lines

The red glint
The strong scent
High risks received
High stakes involved
Endless pleas sung
Endless screams rung

Waiting so silent
Waiting so violent
Over the edge
Over the ledge
Right here collapsed
Right now elapsed
So far gone
So stepped on
Too much pain
Too little gain

I am the worst.
If you didn't notice the first letter of every line, do so now.
Axel Jun 2015
Surrounded by tearing teeth, grinding their way through sinew and flesh..


A sickening shriek ******* from their throats.

Underneath a bleeding sky

their beating corpses cough up swarms of flies..

Our godess laid bare, covered in the stench of excrements....

Embraced her faithful flock.

As a reward for their devotion.. she gave her body...

Beaten and broken into submisssion...

The servants crack their whips...

Vehemently they violate her angelic body with ravaging lust...

A portrait of flesh...

Bodies sewn together into a pregnant abomination...

***** and bereaved she gazed upon the bloodied sky..

And exhaled from her rotting mouth...

Regurgitating her teeth...

Kneeling in gore , caressing her female features.. fertilizing her soil with blood.

The severed head licked her no more....


A spawn of maggots seeped out of every orifice...

Whilst she screamed and gnawed on the bones of her offspring.


And the heavens wept in blood...

When the world was set ablaze...
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