Cadavers Poems - Poems about Cadavers

... He slips the noose around her slender neck Cloaked and masked with heavy breath He can't help but be obsessed All the dolls hangin' around - pretty little lies that make not a sound The poison ......

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...He slips the noose around her slender neck Cloaked and masked with heavy breath He can't help but be obsessed All the dolls hangin' around - pretty little lies that make not a sound The poison of......

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...Can the textile, woven soft, Wrapped round cushions, made for traded monies, Hold through wear and treads of bones, spent by those to be beneath me? What is made for you, me and we-- Rather tha......

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...Stalwart Artz Burkhardt, a tackler of problems, it was right At the heart.. Of how as a professional he did his work; luminary.' In the face of an epidemic; He did not shirk.' He organised Fifteen ......

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...There's a beat to the pulse beneath the skin, how I stride through these corridors with measured paces, memorizing the contours of muscles and bones, carving roads into my head as I inscribe them......

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...As hapless vapors of decay, surround us, suffocating the fecund earth. A blanket of suffocating grey, born from the diseased aspirations of humanity. We, the self-appointed masters of a planet in sha......

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...A special place in hell The devil sits upon his throne In the fiery pits of hell He casts his eye over his special place While he beats an ominous bell. Surrounded by pure evil In a wicked wi......

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...A solitary tear escapes my eye, As poignant thoughts shuffle my decor. If only I could rewrite the script, defy, To release the burden that anchor my core. "Why me?" reverberates through the v......

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...The stench of puerile self-aggrandizement wafts through the air, a noxious cloud of platitudes and pomp, as the pusillanimous pustules of pseudo-intellectualism congregate to lavish accolades upon on......

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...As mortal veils dissolved, our bodies merged in the ossuary's somber symphonies, two mistress awakened by the velvet-wrapped cadavers, our disinvested hands tracing syllabic patterns across the olive......

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...As night falls, a dark melody fills the air with a feeling so deep it is the song of a dark rose tweeting near a corner fence. Dahlia, a withered pale woman lies on a granite slab, still and s......

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...As I ascend the podium, a predator of piquant pontifications, my eyes ravage the assemblage of adversaries, their countenances a canvas of consternation and morbid fascination. The atmosphere is heav......

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...In the tenebrous, xenial realm of the lake, where human cadavers oscillate, suspended by verdigris chains, a lamia of unholy provenance, orchestrates a gambits cavalcade. Each mortal she ensnares,......

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...(Piece is intended to be the most complex vocabulary gothic ever) Grandiloquence, mellifluous pulchritudinous, gaiety of quintessential moistening serendipity, bile deluge if you show the sangu......

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...My eyes stare straight, fixated on something in the distance, humming a song that would send chills, if you ever got the chance to listen. A padded cell and a straitjacket, the doctor giving ......

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