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When People BleedThere's nothing cute about my smile
because I grin when people bleed.
There's nothing sweet about my eyes;
they only open to watch you plead.

I don't see innocence in the mirror
and though my hair may pass my back.
I won't turn and show you horror
because my back you'll surely stab.

Petticoats and bodies float
as I set my demons free.
Blood is shed upon this blade
and now my own- so cute, so sweet.

ThinkingThinking and thinking way too much,
Scaring myself into this rut,
Horrified of what it should be,
Hoping not to be scared off me,
Running so far so very scared,
It doesn't make sense no where,
Frightened and heart pounding,
Heard these words so demanding,
Screaming so very deep inside,
I can sit here and merely cry.

Insane otherEvery single drawing drove her upset,
Every single drawing came like the rest.
Never satisfied with all divine,
Knowing it all just began with a rhyme.
Just like her drawings she can't speak a thing,
Thinking and thinking made her insane.
Looking around so frequently,
Waiting for death to come swiftly.

Executioner.Feel that heart drumming?
Well it's gonna stop one day;
so better get your adrenaline running.
If wise you'll seize no delay:
Because that knife I pulled from my back will take your life away.

Blood still drenches it fresh-
I bet you're anxious to sense how it coheres with your own.
Like a viper she'll maim your flesh,
bury herself into your chest,
and find her way to the marrow of your godforsaken bones.

I see liquid copper gurgle from your throat already;
you can't breathe- I wonder why it's no longer slow and steady?
What was a tongue, now nothing but a incompetent lump of carrion,
but worry not, knave:
Those whose mouths are poisoned by

I am the MurdererEleventh hour of the day,
You will learn to fade away,
In the darkness isn't it right?
To be forgot in the night?
Keep on moving what do you see?
Oh are you behind me?
Try to kill me yes i see,
Just a knife is what i need.
To leave now without further to do,
For i will murder you,
Hurt my family kill my friends,
Damage the insides of all that mends,
To be punished damned to hell,
You won't know what i tell.
Take it back now you see,
You decided to hurt me,
Death and pain comes with a toll,
Never wanting it to show,
A murderer now walks the street,
For now it is me.

Jack the RipperLooking up
From a body cold
Withered skin
Decades old

Are frosty eyes
Unseeing and still
Staring out
After a gruesome kill

Done by a man
A merciless mystery
Jack the Ripper
A piece of history

Or is he?

Don't Go In The WoodsIf you ever go walking in the woods.
Late at night.
Take my words into consideration.
And beware.

Beware the blood red moon.
For when you see that.
It is when you know..
That the Hessian is on the prowl.

He races through the night.
Hunting for his prey.
His gaze and teeth are razor sharp.
He'll chop off your head..
And steal your heart.

If you seek the bloodthirsty one.
The one known as the Hessian.
Make a turn to the Indian trail.
To the tree of the dead.

But be sure not to come alone.
As he's always looking for more victims.
Climb down carefully to the Hessian's lair.
Can you hear him roaring?

If you can.
Say your prayers.
And don't fo

UntitledPain and sorrow goes tomorrow,
As long as it shows we will know,
Coming near we are choked,
Running near but in the cold,
Never knowing what to do,
Trying hard to keep hope,
Remembering its not me nope,
Feel like hiding over again,
Hoping i can't be found again,
But to be in pain and run away,
Doesn't help me in resembling,
I can't run and help all that hide,
I'm not helpful in that tide.

Rich Man's BoxesThe Stench is unbelievable,
He masks it with his sleeves.
He unearths his hidden treasure,
Stashes, and swiftly leaves.

By day he buries for those in black,
( I watch him from my tree)
He marks the box-holes with a cross,
And leaves the worms for me.

By night-fall he returns to dig,
The indecisive man!
He takes the still-one from it’s box,
And drags it to his clan.

Ah! What a life it is to live.
Though morbid as it seems;
These bountiful wooden boxes
Are born of rich man’s’ dreams.

I bury them for the mourners,
Read from their book of lies.
But little do these mourners know,
I feast on their demise.

Judged only by the g

The Night Shift.I’m down for a diaper change because it’s about time, I put trust in you and you ask me of mine.

I lie on my back and let you undo the tape, unaware to you now but the time will soon change.

You stare down the look on my blushing red face, and wonder how it feels to be in my place.

I know what you’re thinking from my eyes that see all, eyes that stare back as your guard starts to fall.

Without a warning you’re trapped in my gaze, your eyes start to haze, you’re lost and you’re dazed.

I reach from the floor and put my hand on your heart, your soul’s in the light but afraid of the dark.

I know tha

A Very Short Silent Hill PoemBlood and rust on the wall, she's planning to kill us all.

Might as well enjoy the carousel. Spinning horses with no tail.

"You can run, but you can't hide..." A voice giggles from inside.

We cry with all our might, until god is satisfied.

WerewolfDon't walk with me
I'll walk alone
I don't want you to see
My yelps, my moan

My ears grow wolf-like
I sprout sharp claws
Don't take a hike
Avoid my jaws

I am a legend
I bite and I growl
Here's the end
Here's my howl

El Silencio Como ArmaHuid Lucifer
Lo que vuestro frenesí ha creado
Se pronuncia hoy por sobre tu trono
Huid, ni el infierno bastara por condena
El Seol se hará paraíso frente a mi demencia
Huid a prisa, te observan al descanso,
Mas en tu infortunio, la fatiga,
Dulce hermana, repudia y aborrece
De todos modos, estimada contraparte,
Es una amante que eternamente te cortejará
¿Aullido de la noche?
¿Habrá para vos temor más insoportable?
¿Mi sigilo en el alba?
La muerte resulta un presente
Enviar licántropos tras tus huellas,
Ver tú alzar ante los molinos de vuestra fuga,
Glorificar la tierra, comerciante de tu gloria,
Regateando los muñones de tu dignidad…
No recuerdo manjar más exquisito
Que ahogara mi vista en tan cruel mueca
Bosques, susurradores de mi nombre
Desiertos, clones de mi colmillo favorito
Y el mar, Leviatán, mi buen amigo…
Haz de tu solaz su talar
Bien comprendo
Tu gana bárbara

The MasqueradeThe Masquerade
From "Mask of the Red Death" by Edgar Allen Poe
Contest entry for "a night t a masquerade ball"
'T was the night of the 23rd
The wind was blowing hard
The townsfolk curled up in their beds
Not a living soul went out
The wind swept the dust along the road
The clouds wreathed a pale moon
Far away at the court of Estafal
The nobles gave a masquerade ball
They dressed as creatures that walked the night
Dark costumes, faces painted deathly white
Then came a caller at the gate
The guard tried to warn him, or her,
That he had come too late
As he opened his mouth to speak
The guard choked on his breath
The caller strode silently through the door
Leaving the guard to his fate
He headed for the ball room
He found it within an hour
Then he stalked the dancing guests
Each one met his or her death

Rose's ThornPale the snow, cold the moon,
Soft the wind that sways and swoons.
Dark the fingers of the night,
Dream, the name that holds it tight.

Home of Book, Candle and Bell,
Dwell here Ghast and Angel Fell.
Rest the rose in gloomy grove,
Shadow grown and majick wove.

Petals soft as sleeping lips,
Slender spine, from dewdrop sips,
Convincing guise, the beauty worn,
But for the kiss of a roses thorn.

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Jack the Ripper: A Poem

by ~Neutralgray, Oct 26, 2012, 6:19:45 AM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Traditional Fixed Forms

Dear Boss,

                         In the den of sin, I live and breathe!
                        A grand job the last one was, though...
                        Among this filth of people and disease
                           To make that thick blood flow.

                       My long knife so silvery, nice, and sharp!
                         You'll hear Saucy Jack's work tomorrow
                       when I play this knife like a stringed harp
                         and your nation will feign more sorrow.

                           Whitechapel repulses all your kind,
                         So don't make a villain out of twisted me,
                          when you think these whores have no mind,
                           I do what's secretly wished by thee.

                          I'll get back to my important work now,
                         And you'll doubtless try to stop my crime
                           For it's hypocrisy that make you bow,
                        For I clean out the mess you hate, the slime.

                                                                              Yours Truly,
                                                                           Jack The Ripper

Jack the Ripper: A Poemby ~Neutralgray

Literature / Poetry / Horror / Traditional Fixed Forms

This is, of course, in homage to Jack the Ripper, my favorite serial killer. (Everyone has a favorite right?)

Anyway, this is what I wrote. I'm worried some lines may be stretched a little, potentially damaging the rhyme flow, but I figured I would post it anyway. It's not the most serious thing I've ever written but it was a lot fun to create.

=Kofeyshka Oct 26, 2012

I found this on newest deviations.. Really glad for that!

He's my favorite, too.

~Neutralgray Oct 26, 2012

Glad to see I'm not alone.

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