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Hex Feb 2021
Depravity dines, corrupt calamity,

Twisting lines, vile virality,

Prophets scream and children listen,

Deceptions deem what we may christen,

"The world is dying--have they no morals?"

Eternally spying--I observe the laurels,

Gold that glistens, tightly weaved,

A blight of ricin, so slays the leaves,

The **** does not wither, it does not collapse,

With chill comes a shiver, consumed are the scraps,

"The world is dying--have they no charity?"

Eternally prying--At last, I have clarity,

The world, I had swore, may one day find peace,

The world, it's at war, a war that shan't cease,

Weapons need not, we fight with mind,

Nary a lulled thought, serenity is blind,

"The world is dying--can our home mend?"

Eternally trying--I can't stop the end.
A tale of humanity, and all that comes with it.
Marthea Flores Feb 2021
Let me tell you the reason
why I fell for you...

I have never met anyone
who understands me
as much as you do.
The overthinking, the horror,
the darkness inside me,
the teardrops for no reason.
My love for sadness,
longing for it on my good days
and wanting to die for it
on my bad days
then longing for it again
and again, and again.
Ron Armstead Feb 2021
The Bargain

I met darkness in a quiet place
It sought to bless me with its grace

With a voice so low so sweet and small
I was almost tempted when it called

It offered wealth beyond compare
My every wish if I should dare

To take a chance and perhaps stay
But lose myself along the way

Stifling power with mindless rage
My foes before me crushed and slain

A vengeful promise mine to keep
To let darkness reign all while I sleep

But at what cost I failed to ask
What devil hid in that dark mask?

The reward for vengeance wealth and fame
A soul surrendered …no one to blame

I met  darkness in a quiet place
It sought to trick me with its grace

With a voice so low so sweet and small
I felt temptation when it called

REA '19
(Excerpt from a WIP)
Shadow404 Feb 2021
Listen to the words
Wind whispers in your ear
Full moon is here again
Be quiet - they are near

Don't let them hear you
Maybe they'll go away
But pictures in your mind -
They stay

And darkness knows
Your every move

The creatures dancing in the night
Spiders in the corners
Hiding from the light
Thomas W Case Feb 2021
Let's all go
to Damnation Island.
Let's all go to
the lunatic's ball.
We'll  have
amusements, and
dancing, and the
magic lantern.
The stupefaction
is for us all.

The poor will
be there,
hungry
and tired.
The poor will
be there,
dresses in rags.
We'll all have fun
on  Damnation Island.
The degradation is
for us all.

The criminals
are on
Damnation Island.
They're dancing and
killing at the
lunatic's ball.
The criminals love
Damnation Island.
The mortification is
for us all.

If you go to
Damnation Island,
if you dance at
the lunatics ball,
you might stay on
Damnation Island,
there's a good chance
you'll sell
your soul
Sara Feb 2021
I could stare at myself in the  mirror for hours.

It starts in my extremities.
a chill creeps its way into my abdomen,
and cements my joints.

The bacteria residing in my intestines
dine on my organs for supper,
they blow up my stomach until I'm
pregnant with air, my non-existent baby
forcing thick liquid out every orifice.

It tickles,
when the flies visit my rotted skin.
Their steps light and playful,
turn sinister, and force their way into my
open mouth to lay their eggs.
I wait, as the larvae devour
my brain tissue.

When I have nothing left to give,
I'll pull down my lower eyelid
and let the maggots slide out.
John Doe Jan 2021
M.O
A frown betrays my heart
A kiss betrays what I knew
I betrayed myself
Thinking I wouldn’t fall for you..
Fallen deep, in dreaming your breath..
Seeing it so far
Far, from anything Ive known, yet..
I still find myself a prisoner of war
And all is fair when love is included..
I took a shot and ended up wounded..

..What is about humans that makes us so stupid..
Deny yourself of the truth when it vibrates your bones to a grind..
What is it about love that makes up my mind about half of the time I bring your name to existence.. What is it about you that made me forget this part of me, I sealed away

What is it about this part of me that stabs blood trickles of emotion like an alleyway perfect for a mugging or even ******..
Love is a scary thing..

Just me, spilling my mind..
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