"schicks" poems
Prologue: The Devil and the Nymphet
There she ran to the moon lighted alleyway.
Her heart beat fast, blood pressure hyperventilated.
She might be a runaway from somewhere else.
This nymphet seemed to be lost in thoughts.
There by the lamp post stood a coffee shop.
Inside, a silhouette sitting figure awaits.
Every sip dictated the nearing of the nymph.
Suddenly, the door's chimes sang like their head's insanity.
A lost soul meeting a devil of liberty!
Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 7:28 AM UTC
Here witnessed the haven of the nymphet-
the pure embodiment of physical struggle;
an angel that was thorn off of its wings.
"How much trust are you willing to feed me."
With anger on his lips, the barista answered
"Trust me you do; trust him answer your own!"
While pointing a finger at the figure.
Her lungs suffocated, as well as the atmosphere;
the development of her being is now shaded with fear!
Aug 6, 2019
Aug 6, 2019 at 6:18 AM UTC
There it ended in the coffee shop.
A ****** of a nymphet by someone's hands,
or rather a death by a demon's will!
It is utmost tragedy that it was evil
chasing the helpless nymphet-
a young girl blinded by trust,
a pure soul stained by betrayal!
It is without a doubt a ****** killing-
not neverending but also not always occurring!
Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 5:44 AM UTC
Chapter 1: How do you do?
A lovely night it was for the barista;
tranquility of the resting shadow by the table;
desperation from the asphyxiation of the nymphet.
Through the night, there encountered strangers;
scattered by time, gathered by fate!
"What been shall delight that tongue, my dear?"
Offered by the old man.
"Moment may only tell why the three of us meet."
"But don't worry, it's safe; outside is the threat!"
Jul 31, 2019
Jul 31, 2019 at 10:32 PM UTC
"Everything will be irrelevant when the angel dies!"
Shouted by the black figure.
The room was shrouded in inner darkness;
shadow engulfs anything that it touches;
lights were flickering at every heartbeat,
exposing wrathful demons smiling!
The black figure unzips his fangs!
"Pandemonium it may seem to your eyes
but hell is better than paradise's lies!"
Aug 7, 2019
Aug 7, 2019 at 12:43 AM UTC
The nymphet's limbs were held by him.
Slowly tearing her tendons and cartilage!
Her body fluids were pouring out of every joint.
"It is I, your demon, that feeds from your fear!
O my dear nymphet, you are a delicacy!
A delicacy beyond my palate!"
The nymphet's severed body was cold on the floor.
Fear in one's heart is a curse
but fearing it a lifetime is worse!
Aug 13, 2019
Aug 13, 2019 at 2:10 AM UTC