This is where the dead come to play.
It is my playground and I will be haunting all who come here.
Welcome to my hell!
If You Knew
You don’t need to hear
the secrets I keep
nor the vile lies
I spew–
these horrors I bear
would frighten you
words so cursed
they’d deafen you
You don’t need to know
the depths these razors
have traveled
nor the paths of blood–
these marks I bear
would slice you
wounds so deep
even you’d bleed out
You don’t need to see
the abyss of my soul
nor the darkness
that encompasses me–
these torments I bear
would haunt you
ghosts so tortured
you’d never know peace
If you knew
I’d murder you
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Red in Twilight
You wake!
Breathing stone-cold vapors into the night
Fingertips turn blue–aching for her touch
How long did you sleep upon her grave?
You whispered invocations into her ear
Made promises you know you cannot keep
What was it worth, these sweet nothings?
You buried her for a reason —
To come back to the living instead of chasing a ghost
Even in death, you cannot be free
This muse refuses to let you go —
She wants to torment you
She creeps into your thoughts,
Runs rampant in your brain,
Waits to be acknowledged by you
Her gale winds blow as you hold tightly —
If she cannot have you in the flesh
Then your mind will never know peace
©2015 deadlydarklyme
Betrayal
You thought your betrayal would haunt me
taunt me
strip me bear of dignity
but I adopted vengeance for a day:
I too betrayed you
Just like the day you begged, begged
begged me to come home
then she returned
I took him into my bed
for one sweet day of blissful splendor
You claim to feel anger and shame
each time you think of her now
that you regret having met her
I feel nothing
©2015 deadlydarklyme
No Fantasy Here
I crave sweetened words
Dew-dripping sentences to tease and tantalize
To caress you in a bed of flowers
But all I get is sinew
Tough, fibrous words that muscle their way in
There are no sonnets here
No adoration of Odes
Just verses that strip me bare
Leave me exposed with shame
Every slice of poetry has a bone in it
I can no longer give you fantasy
Reality has cursed my words
I’ve created vinegar instead of wine
How I long for roses and sunshine again
But you’ve clouded my mind
Strike my Achilles, and I am done
©2015 deadlydarklyme
Hemlock
O bitter weed! Not even tequila
masks your acrid sapor
With each drop
I cast my sins upon the fire
With each drop
I savor the loves lost
With each drop
I cry for my unfortunate fate
With this last drop
I welcome this cold repose
Death, come quickly, come quickly!
Night sings for me no more
©2015 deadlydarklyme
A Zombie in Despair
A Zombie in Despair
You kneel and pray
Please, God please, take this pain away!
All is bleak; there is no hope
Even tourniquets can’t stop the flow
Crimson swirling down the drain
Your screams pealing through the streets
The knife still stuck in your hand
Your madness claims us all
Chills our bones and saps our blood
We nearly die too
They lock
Lock
Lock you away
And throw away the key
You will wither away in there
Your mind threadbare at the seams
You’re but a zombie in despair
©2015 deadlydarklyme
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