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Macabre Mistro

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Macabre Mistro

I've got a secret it's long and sharp.
It whispers nasty secrets in the dark.
Come lay with me I'll sing you a lullabye
I promise to be gentle just please don't cry
Your body my canvas, you humble me with awe,
My trusty tool will gladly bleed you raw.

Sshh, the gag will only chaffe your sweet lips,
OOh the release as the knife begins to slip
rapture so intense as I caress your skin,
like butter the knife just slips right in.
I can see the terror shadowing such lovely eyes,
with lustful intent I'll covet my captive prize . 

Isn't it lovely how the blood slides down the tip?
With that tantalizing wait before every drip
Your eyes still wet, why are you sad?
This game is fun, you should be so glad.
Oh precious little thing there's no need to weep
Happy dreams you'll find in everlasting sleep.

Dont you believe in heaven my dear?
No? Then it's to hell for you I fear.
Well, you should be grateful for preparing you
For the many things the Devil will put you through
I can't promise you that this will be humane
I can however promise, you'll feel a lot of pain

Oh I can taste the surrender it's such sweet bliss,
as I savor the blood from a gentle little kiss
I just don't see how you can't feel it too,
Divine splendor as the knife touches you.
There's so much beauty in the enormous pain,
it brings me sweet joy, while driving you insane.

No one understands how perfect my love can be
Ill cut off your eyelids maybe that will make you see
The red webbed patterns make my heart swell
Your dark crimson tears suit you so well
How can such beauty exist on a canvas so insignificant?
A last transition from life to death its so magnificent!

Such cold fickle splendor you shall find in death,
Yet you still have the power to take away my breath.
This blade shall scour your bones and make it all better,
In the end you're no less an instrument of my pleasure.
How rare for someone to feel my sincere affection,
You must be so honored to join my collection.

In all this it always seems so unfair,
that each and every time I get an empty stare.
I've only tried to love you with my trusty blade,
trying to be gently with all the love we made.
You're like all the others that leave me in the end,
The urge so strong to show my love again.

All this so fleeting I want to make it last,
I see I got your attention with your soft gasp.
There's not much time left its time to begin,
Your fears show their excitement by your trembling chin.
Do not worry pretty thing the pain lasts just a while,
I'll be so happy after I make your throat smile.

*collab with friend from another site*

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  1. Date: 8/12/2013 2:29:00 PM
    Wow! You are an amazing poet! This is so gothic and dark, it could have been written by Jack The Ripper! That is who I pictured as I was reading this. Fantastic work! And, thank you for reading my poem "The Castle", and for the nice comments. I really appreciate it! I have more dark poems, I just haven't posted them yet.

  1. Date: 7/6/2013 11:18:00 PM
    very sad. It is the feeling of killer ? scary ,but you have written it very well

  1. Date: 7/4/2013 10:57:00 AM
    sad, and deep.......enjoyed............ LOVE* SKAT

  1. Date: 7/2/2013 3:32:00 PM
    great poem! I'll dedicate one to you. Warm thoughts, Ralph