Passion Horror Poems

The simplicity of yearning. It burns softly, like a hand grazing over a candle. A mouth full of sweet nothings to be spilled onto the...

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And I remember everything 
               I’d done that whole day long
It...

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I don't want to hurt others with this thought
But my work can hurt others besides myself

I'm spinning, I don't know what to do
Like the ocean...

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The Valley of dead Souls

Jewel encrusted guardians of stone stand before the gates to the abyss of eternity. Above engraved in gilded stone inlaid with...

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No one prepared me for what I found
The fear 
Alive 
Suffocating 
Alone I stood 
An enemy without a face
A child I was 
Though only a...

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RECRUIT

Where’s my heart, my chest is hollow
I have no passion left to cry or emote
Nor any regret, at the vows I broke 
I now belong...

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Darkest heart a ruddy black 
Dried blood and static
Blackest of black eyes roll in empty space
The darkest night in deepest oblivion 
Of volcanic hell frozen...

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Broken is the mechanical clock 
Broken is the bloody heart 
Broken is the memories of youth 
Broken is the will
Broken as the world turns and...

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Bring on the pain 
       for I have seen my ruin misspent ways.
Bring on the rain 
  ...

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ravens scream
at midnight high
forever looking into the moon 
it’s magnetic white light glowing
a dark house feeling distant 
on an enigmatic horizons seam
dogs eyes glow distantly
Canines...

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Leather boots 
tight black suits 
skin hot bound 
in knots cutting 
sweet the heat 
Burns in between 
the pleasure 
of the pain 
the sweat 
of...

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With vampire eyes I slowly gazed at him,
ready to go and stalk my first victim;
Scanning the crowd in close proximity, 
wandering through the streets of...

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"Sick Art"



I walk the streets
still and quiet
I do not lie
I do not betray
what the heart belies
pickled kidneys 

I am a ghost
of my former self

ears lent...

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You lay among
the sheets, as still as
death itself,
tho' your bosom
rises-and-falls with
gentle breaths ...
what do you dream,
my darling?
Oh surely, of fancies that
shame this trembling
night.

Moonlight thru
louvers paints...

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...a bitter time

WINTER OF MISERY
It clings to all...
Freezing our bones.
Chilling our passion...
Land's are lost in this winters Blizzard...
A cold season of bitter fruits.
A life that...

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