#slasher
the credits haven’t even started to roll,
but i’m already checking the locks on the doors.
i’ve learned to watch you the way i watch the final girl—
with my breath held tight and my eyes half-narrowed,
waiting for the music to shift into a minor key.
life is a horror movie
and the first rule of the genre is simple:
never fall in love with someone in the first act.
you can't get attached to the characters
when the heart is just a low-budget prop,
something red and messy to be left on the floor
before the first commercial break.
i see you standing there, all wide-eyed and "main character,"
thinking your backstory makes you bulletproof,
but i’ve seen enough sequels to know that "forever"
is just the silence before the killer stops playing with his food.
don’t get used to the way they take their coffee
or the specific pitch of their midnight laugh,
because the script has a way of thinning the cast
right when the lighting gets atmospheric.
i see you standing in the kitchen,
vulnerable in the glow of the open fridge,
and i want to tell you to step away from the window.
we aren’t prepared for a plot twist
that leaves the protagonist standing alone in the rain
while the siren lights paint the driveway red.
we’re all just "guest starring" in each other’s tragedies.
i try to keep my heart behind a triple-locked door,
treating your touch like a suspicious noise in the basement—
something to be investigated with caution,
something that might disappear if i blink too long.
i’m terrified of the scene where the house goes quiet,
and I realize i’m the only one left in the frame,
holding a bowl of popcorn and a handful of ghosts.
it’s cleaner this way—watching you through a lens,
predicting the moment the shadow moves behind you.
i won't be the one screaming when the blade falls;
i’ll be the one who already knew the twist,
sitting in the back row,
waiting for the lights to come up on an empty theater.
Apr 1
Apr 1, 2026 at 10:24 PM UTC
You can run
but you
can't
hide
I
see
everything
I am the shadow
blurring in the dark
I am the eyes
keeping vigil through your window
I am the striking gaze
causing you to glance around
paranoid
Foolish lovely
you left your door
unlocked
knife glint
floorboards creak
door squeaks softly
feet padding on carpet
your silhouette
asleep
in
bed
Wolf smile
mouth watering
teeth glistening
eyes sparkling
You awake when you feel
cold
steel
on your throat
Your eyes widen
flinching
mouth opens
scream
piercing
panicked
desperate
beautiful
"there's no one here to save you now, darling."
your terror and pain is
palpable
flooding my soul with utter
satisfaction
as you squirm under your
restraints
my knife traces your skin in pleasing patterns
leaving crimson fire in its wake
drip
drip
drip
eternity passes
time in a blink
the life drains from your body
and your eyes
exhale
a swift wipe of the knife on the stained carpet
one last predator smile
another hunt
another masterpiece
finally, again, I feel
good
tiptoe
out the door
gloves buried swiftly
back in bed
again
dreaming
of you
of that first
blissful
cut
Mar 4, 2025
Mar 4, 2025 at 10:07 PM UTC
I am the Final Girl
Tell Mom and Dad in Heaven
that I Made It
and it was epic
though sometimes
I’m not so sure
that it’s over
little rumblings appear in the distance
peripheral glitches
strange things follow me
in daylight
they seem to know who I am
where I’m going
but I am quick
I have had the last laugh
I was ‘the one that got away’
never was there a clean solid ending
like after the high school prom
never did I hold a sword in hand
blood-splattered
alone
while the credits rolled in darkness
but all the same
I think that I’ve won
but will I remain victorious?
I can still feel about me
at times
a certain dread
that waits close at hand
ready
I know that I
was a missed opportunity
but there are advantages
in being underestimated
and of that I am thankful
sometimes dumb but deliberate flies
think that they are spiders
and old gray mice may fancy themselves
feline
how they linger, entranced
dazzled by luminescence (how I shine!)
and circle back again
one time more
when they shouldn’t
they take too long and are lost,
it works every time
I wanted you to know
Mom and Dad in Heaven
that my salvation
was like a soft ripple
gently pushed to shore
safety of a sort
after much ado
fighting on all sides, relentless
everyone a daemon
maybe even you? can’t help but wonder...
I was surprised to find out
just how casual
could be my destruction
how assured how confident
how very ordinary
how little it takes to break a person
I’ve seen it time and time again
(why, life itself!)
But here I am
calm yet concerned
I will not babysit
I will not enter that shack
I will not stop for gas
I will not drive shotgun
I will not take a swim
I will not ask for directions
I will not spend the weekend at the cottage
And I don’t want the doll
Not that party
Not that apartment
Not that country road
Not that doctor
Not that friend
Not that brother
Not that lover
Not that fool
Not anyone
I will not ____
I will not ____
I will not ____
I’ve locked the door upon myself
and no phone will ring from within
Hey Mom and Dad in Heaven!
I made it!
I miss you guys!
I am the Final Girl
(and it was epic)
Apr 15, 2022
Apr 15, 2022 at 12:20 PM UTC
They call him the King of Horror
He’s a walking Armageddon
A nightmare given flesh
Made to rot and decay
Just like everything else
I call him by the barcode
Written right on his brain
Nihilson
CHORUS 1:
With an empty stomach and heart
There is no hope from the start
That’s how he was designed
To cut our world down to size
From the penthouse fat cats
To the downtown thugs
No man or child is safe
From his marrow touch
And his eyes of hate
They see no happiness
No truth or dare
Just bugs and cocktails
Waiting to be spilled
Till every drop is gone
He won’t rest in peace
Until life is dead
CHORUS 2:
With an empty stomach and heart
There is no love from the start
That’s how he was designed
(God help our wretched souls)
To tear the world down to size
He’s cut the world down to size
Is he the King of Horror?
Can he crawl out of the grave
And into our dreams?
Is there no stopping him?
Will our minds be wiped clean
So we can suffer no longer?
Will we not even remember
How Nihilson came to be?
What does it matter?
We are who we will be
From one monster to another
It’s all a bad dream
That’s all we can dream
To be heard and never seen
That’s who we will be
If we don’t wake up and see
Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 5:57 PM UTC
-Nightmare
Around 8 in the evening,
Johnson had woken up screaming,
Because he underwent a nightmare.
His soul was in deep distress,
So he attempted to suppress,
What had just given him quite a scare.
What on earth did Johnson see?
Haters of Christianity,
Burning in hellfire and in despair.
Jul 6, 2020
Jul 6, 2020 at 11:15 PM UTC
Get in your feet!
Pick up the pace!
Run, Runner! Run, Runner!
Run, Runner! Run, Runner!
Move your feet one towards the other!
Don't let yourself be slaughtered!
Run, Runner! Run, Runner!
Run, Runner! Run, Runner!
Run, with your numbed legs!
Run, with your shortened breaths!
Run, run while you still can!
Run, Runner! Run, Runner!
Don't trip or tumble over!
Or else it'll be over!
Look straight ahead! Don't look back!
Run, Runner! Run, Runner!
Oh no! He took his last breath!
Oh no! He tumbled down!
Oh no! He's coming! He's coming!
Run, Runner! Dead, Runner!
He took him by his legs!
He fell unconsciously!
Oh no! What will He do?
Dead, Runner! Dead Runner!
He took his head as an ornament;
He fed his carcass to the dogs;
He put his shoes as a souvenir;
Dead, Runner. Dead, Runner.
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 10:25 PM UTC
I was very cautious
I knew if I wasn't what it would cost us
I made sure the bedroom was perfect
I wanted MY romantic affect
I hung the plastic, then the curtains
Bed exactly in the middle, I had to be certain
Lit a few candles
Then sliped on my dress, and my sandals
I cruise the street
For my baby to meet
I pick him up at the corner
My heart beats faster, my body warmer
We go back to my house
Where we start to mess about
I lead you to my bedroom
We'll be making love soon
To my bed you are shackled
You have no idea of my feeling of hackles
Straddling you, and ridding you like a horse
All the wail your loving it of course
With you still in me, I bring out my toys
They are only for my collection of boys
They are bright and shiny
I will not treat you kindly
They are so sharp they can split a hair
And in their refection you just stare
You can't believe what you see
As the look on my face is pure glee
You body starts to convulse and thrash
Then with my blades I start to slash
I plunge my toy in
With the evilest grin
I love the squirting gushing sound
It's all so profound
I have loved all my men
That's why I let no one chase them
Forever in death they are mine
I'm one of a kind
I slash him to ribbons
It's as fun as the dickens
He's still alive
And feels every vibe
Covered in blood
Our bodies fit like a glove
I slowly climb off top
And lop of his part
Blood sprays the room
Death will be here soon
I'm so happy I made it romantic
And taped up the plastic
I'm the Black Spider
I **** all I desire
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 2:21 PM UTC
Blood runs through my hands and stains the cold concrete.
As your heart rate drops with every beat.
The smell of fear and adrenaline arouse my sense like a woman's caress.
I bury my knife deep inside your chest.
I lose control with every slash, as my blade cuts away.
Now close your eyes while I carve you up
And hang you for display.
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 6:29 AM UTC