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Poetic T Sep 2014
She lay there, features frozen
Telling a story
She was at rest, eyes wide open,
the moment glazed in time
Terror,
Fear,
Death,
Was a release, but never left whole
Always missing a part
But desecrated, as blooded words unfold
Love,  
Doesn't,
Live,
Here,
Anymore,
The heart missing,
Life was cut out
Her heart no longer beats here anymore
What goes through a mind
Twisted,
Depraved,
Cold.
I am the Heart Breaker
Hear my story, as it must be told
I have never loved,
Feelings of
Tenderness,
Yearning,
Love,
Have never touched my heart,
It beats
But nothing is heard back
So I must take
What others Possess,
I look for those with love
I look for those
Hand
In
Hand
When they next wake
In my sanctuary
Unclothed
White covers, all except where
Love beats strong,
For I must
Devour,  
Consume,
Be
Fulfilled,
She must breath till I consume
For a body that is cold
No love will survive,
Anesthetized
So I cut deep
Bone-Saw,
Scalpel,
Flesh,
Falls to the floor
Her larynx also muted,
Noise I could be without,
I cut gently rib is sawed
And there is what I need , my eyes gleam
Excitement,
Emotion,
Hysteria,
As I quickly hold it as it beats
And finally I  
Gorge
Consume,
Satisfy,
The feeling of warmth
That enters me
I feel my heart beat not like before
This moment I feel love
As it courses through me
Then lost as
Blood goes cold
Now we are both with out what we need most,
I have your heart inside me
Like others before,
I must consume others love so that I feel whole.
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Argentina Rose Nov 2014
Please don't fall in love with me.
Don't wind your way into my ivory heart.
I will poison you like a drug,
Your mind will turn dark and your heart will freeze over
until your blue veins turn to ice.
Do not fall in love with me.
My head is home to too many voices as it is.
Please, stay away.
This sadness is a killer and there's no reason for both of us to die.
Silence Screamz Oct 2014
I have hid behind broken shadows, disappointed daydreams and somber reminders.

I have been bitten by the black widow of life, poisoning my veins with her venom of death.

I have been mutilated like one of Jack the Ripper's victim on the dark streets of London, left to bleed out.

I have escaped the evil smiles of Pogo the Clown that crept in my dreams as I slept at night, crying my black tears.

I have been Bound, Tied and Killed by the innocent friendly neighbor, twisted in the head by the devil himself.

I could hear the screams of the pregnant actress as the Family took her life in a blood bath, as they began their Helter Skelter.

I can not escape this Alcatraz of torture in my mind, that has been placed there by the lunatics of our time. But it is fun in this asylum.

Welcome to my padded cell.
Corey Kuropas Oct 2014
Oh, Good ol' Ed was a very strange fellow
Good ol' Ed was a quiet one
Good ol' Ed laughed to himself
Good ol' Ed was someone nobody could understand

Oh, Good ol' Ed loved women
Good ol' Ed loved his women dead
Good ol' Ed love their skin
Good ol' Ed loved to wear their skin

Oh, Good ol' Ed had many prized possessions
Good ol' Ed had a lamp shade made out of a face
Good ol' Ed had bowls made out of skulls
Good ol' Ed had a heart in a sauce pan

Oh, Good ol' Ed wasn't so good after all
Good ol' Ed had his share of issues
Good ol' Ed loved too much to play with dead things
Good ol' Ed wasn't so good after all
This is a piece based off of killer, cannibal and all around ******, Ed Gein. Ed Gein was the inspiration for such Hollywood monsters such as Leatherface (Texas Chainsaw Massacre), Buffalo Bill (Silence of the Lambs) and Norman Bates (******). I know this one is a bit morbid, but it was one that came to me.
Xan Abyss Oct 2014
I wish to learn the secrets, so eternal
of spiritual transformation
To know the ways of the Ferryman
To usher souls through and beyond
I long to master the art
of cosmic transference
To carry the departed
to their resting place
And to be their guardian

It is not an act of hate,
Sick lust or twisted love
it is not the fault of rage
Nor is it for fun.
I do it in the name of
inhuman artistry
My life i've dedicated
To the Reaper's harvesting.

This world is such an ugly place
I'm your savior in a way
I cut you loose and set you free
I grant your spirit liberty...

Evil exists in all colors and codes
there's every kind of shape and size
A world ablaze, drowning in torture and ****
We could use a few more minds
like mine.

I am not a killer.
I am an apprentice of death.
I will guide your spirit home
on the wings of your last breath.
Tate Langdon in AHS season 1 was my muse for this.
Reshnia crimson Sep 2014
Drip, drip.
The lovely red.
Drips from the veins.
Inside of your head.

Drip, drop, drip, drop.
I think your dead.
So much blood.
The pretty red.

Onto the concrete.
Blood stains on the walls.
Drip, drop, drip, drop.
Heard in empty halls.

The pleasant drip.
As your heart stops.
Like rose petals on snow.
Such lovely red drops.

Blood let's us live.
Blood also can ****.
It delivers the poison.
Brought in by the pill.

Dripping, dripping.
None left inside.
Without anymore blood.
Your carcass is dried.
Aiman Sep 2014
According to society,
you need to have a flawless face,
pale skin,
skinny stick figure,
long legs,
nice hair,
and attractive eye brows
to be called beautiful

What a ****** up world we live in
Labeling god's creation as pretty or ugly
Who are you to judge they say
but the suicide rates keep on increasing
each day

Yes *******.

You don't believe me?
Well suicide is never just about
killing yourself
To make yourself something less
than what you are--
that too is a form of suicide

Suicide does not mean that
there's no killer
Words are like weapons,
they ****
They leave scars that can
never heal

Don't be a killer. I've warned you.

Next time when you feel like
insulting someone,
Put yourself in their shoes,
what would you feel
if they did that to you?
What if someone called
one of your family members bad names,
wouldn't you feel hurt as well?

Have a heart,
please care about other people's feelings
Got a brain?
well think wisely before you hurt someone
Got feelings?
then you must know how does it feel
to be hurt by someone right?

*It's all up to you.
William Sep 2014
slip my hands around your throat
slip my blade though your vein,
Little monster.
Throw the first punch
you're already dead
why not die twice?
Theres already blood on my hands.

Guilty pleasures of the deviant mind
scratches down the spine,
Bite marks along your side,
Love bites across your collar bones.
my little monster,
Make a sound
leave your moans down the hallway.

Latex gloves against the skin,
Making his incision
victims lie screaming
eyes wide open
he looks down
for he found his little monster,
Within.
Have a lump in my throat,
Clenching a fist,
Nails on my arm till it's ready to bleed,
Can't stand this dark room,
Lay by myself,
Feeling all eyes on me,
They are watching me bawl,
Horryfied my thoughts attempt to take over,
To my missfortune of course they succeed,
Perched in a corner my nails dig deep,
Scratching my arms with anxiety's face,
Screaming one name with no ears to hear,
Stuck in emotion cover my ears,
Screaming and crying a night spent in fear,
So this my friends is what my nights look like,
Lost in myself no one hears me cry,
Their fingers point at me a laugh and a scream,
Till a day comes by crawling at me,
"I am the murderer here to watch you scream."

-Kathia Mariana Landeros
What is happening in my mind at the moment
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