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Night Time HungerThe creature of the darkness
Leads an endless life of despair.
The horrors of an eternity
Captured in that haunted stare.

Only on All Hallow's Eve
May he venture undetected.
His luminous skin and unusual ways
Pass by us unsuspected.

He wishes to befriend you.
He will charm you with his grace.
He'll marvel at the glorious beauty
Of your mortal face.

Alas, this friendship cannot last.
His control cannot endure.
You accept your death with open arms,
Entranced by his allure.

That dreadful night time hunger.
That wretched, lustful thirst.
The insatiable desires
Of the one forever cursed.

Ashamed of his regrettable acts,
Brus

the priest has agroundI'm tired
my eyes are to color black
my body is bruised
my courage abandoned me

i'm dewatered
my face is lacerated
I'm torn inside

the priest has aground
I have more the force to resist

My life is destroyed
the hell will my future

A sweet lullabyher life is a long insomnia
a hard road in the darkness
or she seeks the sleep

she is used every night for the children
but nobody has thought
that she had also the right to close your eyes

Night's KissShe's in love with the night

Touching the moon and the stars

With her tears.

Lost in the darkness

Lost forever in a world of night

Forgotten by those who once loved her

A child of the night.

She's in love with the night

And his kissing her tears away with

Bloody lips.

I am afraid of myselfthe loneliness is a bleeding wound
mutilated my body
tortured my mind
with dark ideas has become a habit

I am afraid of myself
I do not like reality
I hide in my nightmares
order to escape from life

The princess of DarknessThe princess of darkness
wears a black cape
her hands are cold
her nails are like blades

she sows the pain
at each place where she works
she takes the souls
to feed her demons
she has control with the human mind

her charm seduces
you are obeying
every minute
we turn in bondage

in a day or two
you are a slave
in a world of death and a blood

out of this gloomy place
is impossible
pain prevents you from moving
you are trapped

when the light goes out
that you close your eyes
the mistress of hell
is never far from you

BloodTonight I'm so alone.
No one there to watch.
Just watching myself
Bleed, bleed, bleed.

I continue to fight.
I lost all the time.
No one can save me
From the blood on the floor.

The pain that follows.
The red sea.
The empty lies to my replies.
All of it is filled with blood.

My blood.
The blood that has been spilt.
All the same.
It's all the same.

The pain I felt.
The river bled.
All the dread.
Now what do I feel?

The river of blood surrounds me.
No longer able to see the light.
Destruction destroying me.
No light, only blood.

Pain,
Loss,
Destruction,
Blood.

Aren't We Ugly?Aren't we humans an ugly race?
Killing each other as if we are mad dogs,
not even children,
who are no more than ten,
are safe.

Greed,
Murder,
Hatred,
Madness.
They swirl together to create the monsters that we are.
There are no monsters under the bed,
there are no nightmares;
there is only humans.
There is only us.
Aren't we ugly?

The angels are running,
the demons are hiding.
The Devil is screaming,
the gods,
every last one of them,
are crying.
The other life that is somewhere out in space
is telling us to stay on our planet.
They do not want our sins and ugliness to destroy them.
They are asking us,
'aren't you an

Bend to EndThere's a small crack
On the surface of my heart
And each word you utter
Forces it apart.

You're supposed to mend it
And pull it back together
But all you've ever done is
Make sure it stays forever.

And as I lay here
Listening to you shout
My heart starts to bleed
As streams of tears break out.

As my heart bleeds out
My life takes another bend
And with one last breath
I beg for it all to end.

Everything...Every night I dreamt
Of your warm embrace.
Every day I wished
For a smile upon your face.

Every time we passed
Each other in the hall
I wished for you to notice me
As I let my weak smile fall.

Every time our eyes met
In a short and quick glance
My heart didn't stand
The tiniest of chance.

Every day my eyes
Begin to mist
As I finally realised
You don't even know I exist.

A Girl Named DeathI suppose my version of Death is very like myself. Or perhaps how I wish I looked. She is always confident, smart and a trickster. The black skirts she wears move around her like shadows, flicking in and out of reality. Forever moving. She is tall and stands strong. Her arms are delicate but strong muscle can be seen along her pale skin. Her black nails are perfectly smooth and when she smiles......

The world around her exploders into a bursting sun, a raging dance of skulls and flowers, flowing down a river of tears. Her face is small yet expressive. She hides nothing of the happiness that she feels. Death is not a sad event. She is not the

Farewell to you, SunshineI've seen your eyes
and now I see them
everywhere

I thought you were
the only one
with those deep,
dark, sad eyes
but I was wrong;
I found them
on the most handsome
in their souls

Since I had met you
all I wanted was
to see these
eyes again
to see this
smile again

Would you believe
if I tell you
I saw them
a thousand times
from then?

Werewolves, vampires, and ghosts

Werewolves, vampires, and ghosts, oh my!
And here I was sure they were friends.
Bela, one night, for my neck did try,
till his cape got caught on the fence!

Werewolves, vampires, and ghosts, good gawd!
Am I dreaming or is it all true?
When Lon grew a beard I found it quite odd,
was it real or he used super glue?

Werewolves, vampires, and ghosts, good lord!
Am I in Transylvania or what?
Casper came callin' one night, I was bored,
and then green-slimed me right 'cross the gut!

Werewolves, vampires, and ghosts, oh please!
I say enough is enough is enough!
I wish to gawd these wackos would cease,
before I grow fangs, turn into a wolf!

Werewol

GhostI fell in love with a ghost,
She visited me in my dreams,
She stroked my face, smiled a tender smile,
And gazed into my heart with her eyes,
I cannot recall her name,
Because she never told it to me,
She just made me feel happy,
And that seemed enough for her.

I would often wake, with the warmth of her touch
still fresh upon my face,
The memory of her beautiful eyes
still makes my heart skip,
And beat to a rhythm I had not felt in so many years,
I would look forward to sleeping
and to be able to feel her touch again.

The dream was always the same,
I would enter a room, of such
opulent furnishing and beautiful decor,
I was a

The next victimshe is next on his list
he observes his prey since two months
this pretty blonde has become her phantasm

he imagines making love with her
she is for him an obssesion
he watches her angel thanks to cameras placed in his apartment

every morning, she rises
under the eyes of this man
every morning, she takes a shower
under the eyes of this pervert

he looks at his list
already 29 names have been deleted
the number 30 will soon disappear also

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A real witch

by ~katsumoto82, Nov 1, 2012, 6:06:33 AM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

the night is cold
my bag is filled with candies
I meet a pretty witch in the street

I want to share my candies with her
her bag was enormous
and I'm very greedy

I plunge my hand into her bag
there was nothing, it was strange

The witch looked me in the eyes
at that time, I realized my error
this was not a disguise
this girl was a witch

A real witchby ~katsumoto82

Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

gluttony and death

=New-Victory-13 Nov 4, 2012 Student Writer

Nice piece. Great work, I like it very much

~katsumoto82 Nov 4, 2012

thanks

=New-Victory-13 Nov 4, 2012 Student Writer

Welcome

~BelaRoseWolf Nov 2, 2012 Student Writer

Such an interesting piece!

I could see where it was going, but you carried it out wonderfully. Great work!

~katsumoto82 Nov 3, 2012

thanks

~BelaRoseWolf Nov 4, 2012 Student Writer

You're welcome!

~HourglassOfLostTime Nov 2, 2012

Lol. I find this poem ironic. I'm a practicing pagan of 10 years now & had about 6 bags of candy stolen yesterday when I went in to get a drink. T'is the season for tricks I suppose, lol.

~katsumoto82 Nov 2, 2012

just a little ironic

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