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I have shadows where my eyes once were,
for years I have spent clawing at them
scratching the blood from my corneas
and draining the tear drops from my duct
slowly depleting myself from sight
because I am tired of looking at the mirror
and despising the broken emptiness.

Thus, I see no evil because everything is dark.
Norman Crane Aug 2020
Stick your knife into my crown,
Slice down to the chin,
Dig your fingers in,
And unwrap the skull within.
Stretch and dry this ****** leather,
Draping it over a conical framework of bone,
Ends glued together or sewn,
Next: sever
The skull from the spine,
Polish to a shine,
And ***** into the base of your lamp,
Plug in: electron flow illuminating my mind,
Aglow with ideas
Of a submission radiantly divine
Alicia Moore Jul 2020
The righteous white snow
Covers whispered lies.

But soon...

The gore of falsity
Will redden the surface.

Place your hand
Upon the red snow
To reveal truth untold.
Angela Jul 2020
Severed heads
Bleeding hearts

Look around, that's all I see
Screaming, Laughing
A horror movie
Yet it's all real
Torn in two
Can't be mended
Nothing you can do anymore
Mindless torture
Savage Killings
Nothing physical
All emotional
Walking through day by day
Look around
Nobody sees or knows

What it's like
Only me
Claira Lymei Jul 2020
Supple. Soft.
Bare it. Bare it now.
Tougher. Harder.
That won’t do. Move up.
Seamless. Untouched.
Grab it. Pull it.
Is it ready?
Inspecting for impurities
That will ruin this rare experience.
Drag it. Rip it. Tear it.
But no.
This time it glides.
Smooth. Effortless.
Over. And Over.
So fast.
Grinning wide.
Insides now outsides.
Spillages for someone else to clean.
Interpretive piece surrounding self harm.
-elixir- Jun 2020
The salted whispers
Run through me,
As I dream of the
Inevitable gore,
Of my fears.
That flood
My mind.
Dreams strengthen the conscious
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