#gruesome
Dear girl,
Treasured thing
Cram your maw so full of overripe fruit
That it spills over sharp canines,
The colorful meat spilling over lips
Dry and cracking
Soothed by the juice of the fruit
Running down your clean white smock
Turning sticky by your feet
Eat these wrongdoings, affronts to God
Offered on a gilded platter by the women before you
So upon exiting your body
You might find some respite in the sins of your own
Sins of the fruit-flesh, sins of the mother
And the father and the neighbor
All crammed into one vessel
Like a capsule, super-charged with blasphemy
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 2:05 AM UTC
This is the hill I will die on.
I choose to stand on the high ground,
And fight in the war.
I will be bloodied.
Bruised.
Broken.
But I will not run to the safety,
In the home at the bottom.
I will not cry for mercy,
As you raise your blade above my bowed head.
I will stay.
I will empty your lungs of hot air,
And shove you over the edge.
I will watch your body lie at the bottom,
Pointed at gruesome angles.
For in your one-sided battle to knock me down,
I have turned the tide.
This place that I have chosen to rest
Is no longer my grave,
But yours.
Apr 25, 2025
Apr 25, 2025 at 7:19 PM UTC
You didn't break my heart
Only snuffed out what was left
Soul crushing becoming an art
Love must have been mentioned in jest
Another gruesome end finding it's start
I fear to even hear your next quest
I beg for a hand as my edge crumbles apart
Why one is never extended is anyone's guess
©2025
Mar 6, 2025
Mar 6, 2025 at 5:46 PM UTC
I have no tongue left to bite
A gruesome sight
It's been cannibalized
From accepting your lies
That hit a raw nerve
"That's what I deserve"
You know that's on my mind
Hit with my own issues on the side that's blind
You take advantage of my choice
Willfully giving up my voice
But now this one sided desire
You set on fire
And blame it on me
Because it's so...
Friggin'...
Easy
©2024
Sep 27, 2024
Sep 27, 2024 at 2:24 AM UTC
**** victim dies; she was gang *****
With an Indian flag, her body was draped.
She was a trainee doctor in Kolcutta, India.
At RG Kar Medical College, as per media
In a deep silence, everyone gaped.
Mouth was full of blood; she was scraped.
Her bleeding eyes were videotaped.
Protest is called by medical ecclesia.
**** victim dies
Gruesome **** she couldn't have escaped
Heinous acts like this should be scraped.
How many did this have no idea?
I condemn acts of ****** mania.
Culprits should be punished and wapped.
**** victim dies
Aug 17, 2024
Aug 17, 2024 at 9:49 AM UTC
~••~••~••~
You
Attack my every thought
You're
Another voice in my head that taunts
You'll
Label me an idiot savant
Not a debutant to this type of rot
~••~••~••~
I
Have nothing you would want
I've
Suffered through a ghoulish plot
I'll
Do things that you should not
Feel fear haunt every thought
~••~••~••~
©2023
Dec 6, 2023
Dec 6, 2023 at 3:34 PM UTC
**** the lights.
Take my eyes.
I don't want to see,
What is left of me.
Dec 7, 2020
Dec 7, 2020 at 6:46 PM UTC
If I had a heart I could love you
But the one before you cut it out
Sew me up but you’ll find no pulse
That poor girl didn’t know
When she said, “its time for me to go”
She tore out the one heart that loved her
Now all the memories are just a blur
And when these new lovers come
I can’t help but be numb
For the life that was once there
Is now cold and bare
I’m sorry new lover
I just can’t discover
A way to replace the old heart
For it was ripped apart
By a girl who never new
That she killed me when away she away flew.
Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 3:34 AM UTC
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Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 1:37 PM UTC
To what awaits thee,
I fear,
Death,
Death is near
Ever nearer
It so comes,
Slowly,
Mentally painful
The excessive hope
Thou tries to find
Has left, but brings
Some peace of mind
Assessing the fate
Of what horror lies
Thou ever awaits
Beautiful demise
Why beautiful
You say?
For isn't death
Much better than life?
Oh, the terrors in life
But in death is rest
And isn't death best?
Far more better than pain and strife?
Watch the deathly gleam
Of the object of your worries
Does it not calm you
To know death is close?
Or does it fuel it's decent
From your fear?
Oh, how it gets near!
Goes here, to there, to here
It's goal is you
It's purpose is true
It does not want you here,
So leave.
Leave this world!
Thou wishes to stay?!
Nay!
It will not allow you another day!
It strikes you with gladness
With every stroke it pains you,
Blood flows forth from your skin
There is no more, no more thoughts from within...
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 11:57 AM UTC
I'm being bled dry.
The water turns a drip-drip
Over the edge.
My squirming,
Twisted mermaid legs
Shrivel in pain
I'm ugly and deformed.
I gave all I had to give.
So I'm bleeding
And screaming
In this bathtub prison,
But no one will find me here.
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 11:41 PM UTC
A sister by chance
A fate that she'd meet
A prince at a dance
To sweep her off her feet
Kept a house-maid
By her evil step-mom
She was not at all paid
For the work she had done
A fairy godmother
Who made her look grand
With a beautiful dress
That was certainly not bland
Killed the prince at the ball
Got away with ******
Got away with it all
Because nobody knew her
Poisoned her mom
Disembodied her dad
Killing her family
Wasn't so bad...
She didn't **** the animals...
...Yet...
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 1:05 PM UTC
i want to hang
myself with a
live wire-
struggle, strangle, sizzle
my neck as it
catches fire-
life, love, liberty
all cliches that are
no longer dire-
positivity acts
blindly as an
egotistic liar-
gawkiness, ugliness
burns my love on an
antisocial pyre-
that consumes me
as wet sound echoes
a vain lyre
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 1:26 AM UTC
I used to have a puppy,
I rang a bell once before I fed him, every day,
I knew he loved me even if he bit me every night,
Until I couldn't raise him any longer.
The puppy grew larger and larger and ate more.
More.
I rang the bell two times.
More. More.
Three times.
More. More. More.
I never rang the bell again.
I lost everything and couldn't afford any more food.
Then one night I abandoned him.
Years later he came back home.
A bony old stray dog.
He looked at me with puppy eyes and I,
I couldn't resist and fed him once more.
Just one time before sending him out into the cold again.
I held out my hand and he bit off my fingers.
A starving animal will always feed.
And I had nothing.
He ate parts of me.
I didn't let him leave.
I cut the dog apart.
And ate him.
I felt alive.
Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 8:18 PM UTC
My arrow drives deeply into his neck and knees by halves
I draw the arrow out drowning him in his own blood
Shifting my aim across the bow
I curve out my knife, look at the wound
clutch it like it's me who's dying
That's the day I stopped believing in hopeless life
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 7:56 PM UTC
They hailed Robb of Houses Stark and Tully as the King in the North,
he marched to **** his father's killers
he marched to save his sisters
The Young Wolf,they called him
he'd never lost a battle
his howls echoed all over the North
aye,her son fought valiantly
but he lost
a sword pierced through his heart,
her name on his lips
'Mother.'
his first and last words
she screamed in agony
they took her husband's head,
her daughters' innocence,
her sons' hearts.
they made her watch the executioner take her son's head
they made her watch her daughter-in-law beg for help as the men took turns ****** her
when the lion's banners were hanged
and the wolves killed
they pulled her hair,
slit her throat,
threw her naked in the river
and no one forgot,
the Starks of Winterfell.
The North Remembers
The North Remembers
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 3:13 PM UTC
Greed, gluttony, indulgence, selfishness.
These are all characteristics I've viewed
From a man who chose such a proclaimed selfless profession.
Amusing how the less fortunate prey on the wallets thicker than theirs.
There is a significant difference between intentional wronging
And misguided, assumptions that only souls that are led astray make
The purpose of this text is a public service announcement,
some may call it art; only the creator truly knows it's meaning.
Mom's in the wild will protect their progeny to the death, I'll leave it at that.
It began in spoken word. Your fear carried on to strings of letters that could only flow through a brain sunken in liquid toxicity.
Don't believe everything you hear, don't dismiss it either.
Play your pawn carefully sir, as your next movement
Very well could be checkmate.
I care about society until someone I know crosses me,
I have honored you by not interrupting your rendezvous. Taking advantage of people is your game.
You prey on those who are too naive to type six letters following a name into a search box.
Fortunately, your cadaverous will forever rot.
While the tempter, sits in delight holding onto a smile so menacing. You have only seen it portrayed by Mr. Nicholsan.
Regard of the Crest of the house would have prevented your sad demise.
As there are no do-overs when you work with Satan, at least you fell for his entrapment, and no one will be wounded by your passive lies again.
we wish you eternal damnation,
the m.H.d.
Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 2:09 AM UTC
I have an unquiet mind
The gears up there just twirl and grind
It never stops it's wound up tight
Sometimes up there it's really bright
Thoughts unstoppable, and really intellectual
Other times my brain is just ineffectual
And all my thoughts quickly take fight
And then it turns dark as a moonless night
But even in the dark the gears still turn
It's just different thoughts that burn
It's terrifying then the one's you'll find
But sometimes the light and dark get all intwind
Then it is intelligent madness
Paints a gruesome picture on that grey matter canvas
But still the gears just strain and wind
All up here in my unquiet mind
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 11:48 AM UTC
Deceit and conceit are concrete.
Raven’s feet patter over the gutters,
the sewers beneath the street secrete
a pungent odor similar to raw meat.
Families strolling past shutter and mutter,
feeling elite plagued by their own effete.
-AM
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 12:06 AM UTC
I just want to eat you
Eat your flesh
Eat your brains
Eat your organs
Eat your brain
Eat your heart
Then when I am done I want to lick my fingers
Dry of your blood
I am now ready to eat
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 8:01 PM UTC
Your skin is softer than silk
Your hair shines like the midday sun
And gazing into your periwinkle eyes
I know that you are the one
One night you finally invite me
Into the place you call home
I shiver with anticipation
As I brush and scrub and comb
But there are bones shoved under the doormat
And blood dripping down from the stair
What horrors I find that night
As I venture into your lair
There are legs hung in your kitchen
Fingers on the dining table
Forever watching eyes on the fireplace
Like some grisly fable
But that is not the worst
Of the torment I endure tonight
As I turn to run from you
You take away my light
There's a knife in my side
As you drag me, so strong
You rip and tear and consume my hide
Until my life is ended like a crash of a gong
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 11:23 AM UTC