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Heidi Dillon Poem
Whispered words curl greedily around my soul,
slipping slyly from your poisoned lips,
enveloping my being in your deception.
Delicately promising a love of pure decadence,
yet each word is laced with intricate malice,
barbed wire hatred masquerading as rose petals.
Caught in webs of your lies,
silently pleading for insanity's solitude,
as I languish in your core of glass.
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Every few days I watch you leave,
no matter how many tears I shed,
you always walk away and I grieve,
my heart aches with words unsaid.
In the days apart my mind begins to dream ,
thinking of ways to keep you here always,
but how to go about it without seeming mean,
as I pace the darkened passages of my thoughts hallways.
A plan takes form deep within,
its easy they say just lure him with your lust,
the voices constant rhythmic convince me this is no sin,
for this all to work out they say this part is a must.
The night approaches wrapped in expectation,
eagerly awaiting the arrival of my beloved,
everything's in place the voices are placated in admiration,
my betraying hands ready to keep whats mine are gloved.
I greet him with seduction,
embracing his eager body with my lustful grind,
injecting him with my poison following voices instruction,
he falls to the floor deaf dumb blind.
Dragging him to the safety of our cocoon,
away from the world and its prying eyes,
everything has to be perfect in this room,
tightening the bonds on his body as he lies.
Out come my carefully picked instruments glinting brightly,
the ones that will keep my love and I from being apart,
gripping the first saw in my hands so tightly,
the voices urge me on do it for your heart.
He starts to awaken as I am about to begin,
his eyes widen in horror at what he sees,
hush my love the voices tell me this is the only way I will win,
positioning the eager teeth of the saw against his skin he begins his pleas.
First warm splatters of blood splash against my face,
the voices clamor inside urging me on in desperation ,
they drown out his agonized screams with effortless grace,
as shades of white show through ragged flesh I sigh in gratification.
With his limbs tossed aside in a mess of pulp and gore,
I set about removing his hands finger by finger,
its hard to stop now voices urging me on to do more,
at his perfect face I gaze down into his eyes and linger.
To my utter dismay his screams have stopped,
flowing scarlet ribbons ebb from his eyes,
where I had plucked each one as they popped,
the voices are silent as I contemplate his demise..
My love is dead now and gone forever,
but at least he will be with me,
I hum as sewing his body back piece by piece in pleasure,
"together forever" the voices giggle in glee.
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Eyes of night beckon forth,
steal from me this deathly force,
raise above your steely voice,
this dagger etched in poisoned love.
Cut and slice fragile thoughts of hope joy faith,
so I may laugh in mocking jest.
Stitch my hatred deep inside,
so his heart may lie and rot within my stagnant sin..
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Darkness crushes last remains of light,
oozing hatred leaks from every pore,
as I stand before my final task.
Sinking deeper within my rotting mind,
cascading horror corrupts ,
laying bloody tale to what awaits.
Stepping forward fear reeks,
delicious decadent it engages my interest,
Watching amusement as all others fail,
each demon before me,
ripped shredded torn apart,
puddles of flesh sauteing in blood.
Pulsating walls beat with lust,
drinking greedily all the splatters,
that perhaps would go to waste.
Treading stealthy over messes of skin,
faces still etched in surprise,
as I had peeled off their smirks.
Facing the ultimate duel,
my dance with the devil,
as the screams of the damned,
play a lilting melody.
Eyes of fire sear through my soul,
to die not now not here,
defiant gaze meets his anger,
deftly seizing this moment of pure rage,
raises his head and lets out a mighty roar,
he charges with all his might and gore.
Slicing precise with the needles embedded under my nails,
those he had put their,
many eons ago,
flaying his flesh into ribbons so pretty,
spraying blood so black ,
night cowered in fear.
Whimpering now this most feared god,
crawling away to escape, I think not!
Straddling now his beaten bloody chest,
slowly painstakingly insert needles into each eye,
licking and sucking my fingers clean,
little gurgles of sound emitted from this once proud king,
leaning down to kiss his sacred lips,
biting out his forked tongue,
enjoying each moment as it slithers down my throat.
Finally slicing his head from his body,
raising it high so all may see,
I am the queen of the dead,
the Soul to die for,
bow before me,
or a similar fate shall be yours.
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Black velvet wraps gently around,
caressing as it silently devours,
sinking deeper within,
folding quietly to the floor,
delicately enveloping your core.
Saturated darkness drips,
in the absence of noise,
lost for want of more.
Deluded thoughts mere wisps,
of what once was,
now floating in thick black solitude.
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Etched upon each vein,
tightly bound within,
stench of decay begins.
Innocent minds lost,
sink drown in my bloody misery.
Silent screams mouthed,
as muted tongues gag,
each second utter agony.
Swirls of fear,
twist round their thoughts,
cutting jagged into sanity.
Once delicious gore maims their trust,
i bask in the pure decadence,
of their completed insanity.
For where demons tread,
their path I follow,
inflicting psychotic delusions,
on those that would not bow.
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Sun dawns on the blood soaked highland plain,
thousands of men lie slain,
the result of wrongly planned campaigns,
crows peck greedily at their remains.
Sitting above surveying this desolation,
a solitary man ponders on mans situation,
their total and ultimate annihilation,
yet he himself is life's abomination.
Swiftly rising to continue his quest,
the ultimate onslaught of the last test,
onward toward the northwest,
he strides with great zest.
In the distance shimmers a shadow cloaked,
advancing deftly seemingly unprovoked,
hatred embraces it darkness soaked,
sword drawn he is ready to invoke.
Silver flash of steel in light,
collides smashing in sparks of bright,
strength against speed and might,
a battle of immortals an unholy sight.
Precise moment split second decision ,
blade meets its neck in a glorious collision,
slicing through with a neat incision,
he gets with all of its memories and vision.
Sinking to the dust covered ground,
the screams of its victims all around,
suddenly there is nothing not a sound,
now we are one forever bound.
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Delusion reeked havoc within his mind,
whispered words of the near insane,
hatred building up making those blind,
that would follow him faithfully into the flame.
Blade in hand intent on seeing death that day,
he stabbed and hacked her pure beauty away,
robbing her of life and that of her innocent baby.
Onward he strode leaving behind a path of destruction,
littered with bits of flesh and strewn with the blood of a lady.
Never hesitating with even a moments remorse at this production,
forever etched within the hallowed halls,
upon a pedestal where his name is placed upon walls.
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Dance in the ashes of desperation,
set fire to darkness etched,
in the crevices of your soul.
Step determined through the graveyard,
of hopes resting place,
scream shout wake your hearts light,
bring sacrificed emotions back.
let them in.
Your eyes dark and empty,
cant you see?
Its coming closer each second shimmer,
ignited by the flint of want,
life's the gasoline,
burning bright all the shadows,
dance,
in the ashes of desperation.
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Endless days lost in thought,
my mind a brooding hole,
forever seeking that which is sought,
answers to soothe a aching soul.
As days dance strung together by time,
age catches up with my endless quest,
body decays each second I pine,
end in sight light flickers distressed ,
hope glimmers as eyes take final rest,
life seeps gently away as my soul begins the final climb.
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