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Cerberus Mar 2015
I am the reaper my stains of emptiness haunt the edges in the pain we embrace.
As for the vampires there company thrives as starved we are of the feast.
For no true answer lingers for you so be the artery opened now bleed us a nightmare that's screams of this lust.

Often we find hope within the lies.
**** this deception my truths are but candles wax and promises half herd.
He knocks again only  to be ignored the latch is a lock to keep you in for we know the way in.

Tonight we understand the screams .
All riddles are but nightmares in disguise.
Empty was her thoughts so cold the ground we call home.

Tonight they will yearn for escape.
No shackle to understand the thoughts key.
Twisted we are together do understand the nothing we truly have become ?

It's time and the pain will no not a single mercy.  
The fruit was are poison  all along.
NeroameeAlucard Mar 2015
I think it's time
I explore my twisted side
I've got my rope
I've got my knives
I'm going out
for a new thrill tonight
a little psychotic
morphed into a lot
now I'm going to use bodies
to leave my Mark
And it's a shame that
you've crossed my path
Now I'll grind your brains to paste
now like Jagger, I'll lay your soul to waste
rose14195 Mar 2015
The twisted reality is that bones break. People literally break and you dont always get better. Lives end, stories end, and people rarely get new beginings. The twisted reality is that none of what you thought as a kid was true. Not everyone can be president, and you cant be who you want to be. The twisted reality is that there are monsters in some little girls rooms, and thier moms cant make them go away. The twisted reality is that nightmares only end when you do, you dont get to wake up and think everything is fine. The twisted reality is that your parents lie to you. Not everyone is beautiful, not everyone is talented, and not everyone can be special. The twisted reality is that someone in your current school will become a 'villian' before thier life is over. The twisted reality is that we are all villians. Doing horrible things for what we think is right. The twisted reality is that most people will ignore what i am saying. Live in the lie. The twisted reality is people die thinking everything is fine.
I know its long and in paragraph form and that usualy means it wont get any views. But i think this one is worth it...
D I A Mar 2015
Your face is...
Sane
Beautiful.
Your mind
Twisted
Black
Insane
A monster...
Wearing the face
Of a woman
Wronged.
D I A Mar 2015
I stand here watching
Waiting for you to move
To stand and smile
Your cold corpse stretching.
Tears fall upon your lips
Skin the colour of polecian
Your beauty unmarked and still
Like the marble on which you lay
Paler in death than life
Pearled droplets in midnight blue hair
Lips a faded red
Eyes closed
A masterpiece to Death
And I your killer
Weeps.
Crushing Love Mar 2015
In the beginning you gave me a white
Teddy Bear to symbolize our Pure
Honest Love for each other
And it felt so right.
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Ever­y night I snuggled close
Wishing soon I would be snuggling
Close to you.
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One day we started fighting over
Something stupid. You got ******
And called me a *****. I cried so
Much that night, I need relief
So I cut once, twice, thrice times.
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Later that night I took my blood and
Stained the bear under the eyes and
Trailed it all the way down the face
Like you made my tears trail down
My face.
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The next day I saw you with another
And my heart broke a little. I had
Confronted you and you said it was a
Friend nothing to worry about. But
I knew better so my heart broke a little
More.
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I went home and cut, cut, cut took the
Blood and stained a giant red splotch
Over where my heart would be....
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Saw you again and watched you kiss
Another I saw red and walked away.
You came to find me and acted like an
Angel, you said Babe, I love you with
all my heart
I knew you were lying but
Said Okay Babe
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Went home and cut, cut, cut and finally
I cut and restitched the bear staining it
With my blood everywhere I cut.
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I came to you the next day Teddy Bear
In hand I gave it to you and said Here's
A piece of me, it's name is The not so Wight
Teddy Bear
Hope you enjoyed toying
and abusing cause I had fun cutting and renewing.
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It's not the best but I tried.
Rose Mar 2015
Like a shark I
Strike at the first sign
Vulnerable, innocent blood

I will make it all your fault
I'll make you wanna quit your job
Make you wanna pack a bag
Huff a chloroform rag
Just to get away from my setting sun
You'll crawl back to me
Riddled with anxieties
About all the wrong
I made you think you've done
When, truth be told,
It was me all along
Cheating, lying sneak
Kalon R Mar 2015
What is it about early in the morning?
Why is there a romance
in the girl
sitting over there
with a cup of coffee?
Why is her existence the very romance that I crave?
Why does every bite SHE takes
Make me ponder marriage?
I don't even know this girl
But she sure is romantic.
Early morning romance is evil
With its slithering tail of deceit.
She's not perfect,
I could name every flaw.
But in that moment she is the most perfect girl I've ever seen.
Early morning romance
you unjust-seductress.
Forcing the sun to act as Cupid
Winding the wind so it whispers silent melodies
Arranging an extra table in between us so that it becomes THE boundary that I cannot cross.
Early Morning Romance
You are an evil maniacal *******, Using my heroine as your puppet...
You offer me hope,
For my impossible romance.
You dangle this
unreachable sublime dream
Right in front of me.
And then she leaves, and my life!
Becomes real again.
aviisevil Feb 2015
Young harry was staring down his own ****
When he heard his mom screaming through the walls
"Come down at once, little harry"
He knew it was his moms final wake up call
He stared in the mirror one last of time
And he could see that something was wrong with his eyes
Afraid if he sought too deep he would encounter what he isn't supposed to find
He must remember that sometimes nightmares are but a lie
He crept through the mundane routine of cleaning self
As if making himself pure of the disgust he had in store
Dreaming about saving the world from the ****** monsters
He was sure that if anything - he didn't want to be himself anymore
He touched the prisoners attire put ever so neatly on his bed
Something about the fabric made him wither in rage
Filling all of their disdain and beliefs all day in his head
He couldn't believe he was but a slave at this day and age
Recalling how destiny plays a certain part in deciding ones fate
He'll always have a deep seeded hatred against his faith
For he was born and bred without any control of his
And that if he knows anything - he'll know it was only a mistake
So, putting on the tie and smiling for the first time in weeks
Harry watched his reflection in the mirror change
I hope it's a beautiful day thought he
No one's in the joke yet of what now he had became
.
.
Little birds chatter outside safely in their warm nest
And the newspaper boy dives by the street in a breeze
Warm corpses ready themselves for another day of nothingness
Talking as if they really remember the stories they believe
But little harry had an ace up his sleeve
He wouldn't crawl around like another insect waiting to be crushed
Instead he would light the fire of his agony
And wait as he and his destiny slowly burn to dust
He must be ready before they find out what he has in mind
Nothing scares him more than the shadows he counts all night
There isn't anything that he won't choose to leave behind
For there won't be no tears as he watches it all go out of sight
Everything was perfectly stable till he joined the crowd
And now he has no place to call as his own
He has no clue what that circus is all about
And if he can claim anything - it's that he has no home
Now left only a wanderer in this place of rules and law
He has but forsaken any hope of retribution
Tired of learning their ways and flaws
He has but chalked up his own bearing conclusion
No more shall he bleed for their amusement
Abuse of their power must now come to an end
Cure is sometimes more lethal than prevention
And sometimes it's not easy to differ between a spur and an intent
.
.
Harry had by now walked out of his room and into a hall
And his mother was sitting still by the chair with ketchup in her hair
He assumed she was the reason why he wasn't as tall
And responded by spilling his moms own ketchup everywhere
There wasn't much left of him anyhow either
All but a face peeking through the atrocities of a time-line
As if wallowing in reckoning of the leading piper
It was now that he will claim his moment to shine
Those days of utter torment most difficult to forget
And how easy it was to pretend like someone actually cares
People don't have a clue how lonely it can get
Searching for magic wand that's nowhere
By now his head had cleared of the ills of the pills
And he could sharply respond to the environment he was in
He had but a greater role to now act and fill
A messiah to cleanse everyone of their guilt and sin
So, little young harry put his dads toy in his backpack
And soon he was on his way to carve a lore
Not about to give in to the pain and hurt he must've had
He thought to himself; what a beautiful day to be remembered for.
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