Lover of Darkness

Poem: Truth by Dillon (Blood Tears)

Wed, 28 Mar 2018 17:40:01 +0000

Like a drug, so addicting
The rush, the release, the warmth
I thought I could stop as I pleased
Oh, was I wrong
1 turned to 2 which turned to 3, 4
You cannot stop
It burns deep inside you
The most primal, most animalistic, most real
It's inside everyone, you are just too weak so see
This void inside my body that needs to be filled
Death
Death is life
All I do is assist life by becoming death
Bathing in it
My need to kill
Our need to kill
We all feel it, but you are too scared to act
"Animals" they call us, not even human
But how can such a beautiful, natural, thing be so hated
The weak
The scared
Must be vanquished
Only those worthy
Worthy of the blood
The warmth, the life of one being taken by another
You cannot stop once you start
The hunger grows
The need to bathe
The need to feast
It is true love
It is true life
The love of death and murder
To be covered in blood
Ah, I'm joking I promise
Tags: Psychopath, Murder, Death

Poem: Blood by Dillon (Blood Tears)

Tue, 27 Mar 2018 17:35:01 +0000

So red so warm
This life force I adore
We bleed we cry
But God I want more
From my first I knew this was for me
Human beings were made for me
The blood
So sweet
So pure
The way it pools
The way it runs
Tastes so sweet, this angels nectar
I would live in blood
It's my addiction
Feeling, playing with it
Oh blood is my way
My dark fantasy
My fetish
My mistress
Blood is her name
I bathe in it
I taste it
I always try to find more
I cannot stop
When I close my eyes all I see is telling sweet red
I thirst for it
I need it
The most beautiful thing on earth
The best
What was your life
I'll drink it off tell floor
You whole life pools slowly away
My whole love pours on out
Your so beautiful
Your so addicting
But I need to remember
Blood get in everything
It's hard to get out
Tags: Blood, Psychopath, Graphic

Poem: I'm fine - just tired by Leigha Redmond

Mon, 26 Mar 2018 17:30:01 +0000

Suffocating, she can't catch her breath
Panicking, she grasping for anything to prevent this death
Shrieking, she's screaming in fear
She's afraid of everything that is near
Alone, she's so alone but there are so many people standing in her presence
But amongst them she feels like she's not in existence
No one understands her depression
On the outside they see a very different perception
They look at her ever so lovely smile
Their knees buckle at her laugh they can hear for a mile
Her beauty so strong it makes others so weak
Her hair, her complexion always so sleek
Her radiance just lightens the room
Her presence always in full bloom
You never would have guessed that underneath it all
Is a girl that stands only two inches tall
Sunken in such miserable pain
Anguished her heart is already slain
Her beauty that she can't see
Thoughts swirling that she can't set free
Searching and searching for a way to evade
That's the first time she picked up the blade
Dragging it across her skin with such precision
A rush of relief in this one incision
Again and again, each time feeling a release
At last, a few precious moments of peace
Unable to explain the joy that she feels
She drags the blade over and over with thrill
Addicted she becomes to the freedom she receives
This is the only way she believes
Motivated by those moments she felt
She found her way to deal with the disease she was dealt
Disapproving eyes judge her scars
Not looking past into her memoirs
She doesn't care, she will do it again
Despite being told self harm is a sin
She will cut and cut until it ends
Rather it be the pain or her life that suspends

The moral of the story is do not judge
Look deep down inside her and find the trudge
The long path that lead her to this pivotal place
Try understanding the circumstances that put her in this space
Read her, she's an open book
It's up to you to open the binding and take a look
What are you afraid of, the story you may find?
Or the backlash for not seeing the warning signs?
Step back, take the time, make it right, help her back
Back to a place she deserves to be
Happy, healthy, and set free
Tags: Depression, Insanity

Poem: Cemetary by Mario Vitale

Sun, 25 Mar 2018 17:25:01 +0000

Cemetary
Dark fixed at night to fright in deep consciousness flight

Gone in desperation quick fix to hide inside pain
In heated pleasure silenced to a slow pitch
Slowly
In fetters sought with creatures among lines drawn in features

Cemetary

Dark in dusk who do we trust
Blackened stench in negate trench
A trance sold out advance per chance
In limestone some engrafted in time

A warm encounter with ghost sublime

Fought back the tears to hide the pain
Along lines asunder totally insane filled in dreams slight scream with Summer's rain
Eyes filled up with coffins chill in brain
Suffering chill down spine through a collapsed dispare

Cemetary
An eagle fly's above shelter lies dormant amidst the pain
Not some door mat bent on any high healed excursion
In the pit of silence nursed back the tear of ellusive hate

Cemetary
We carry dreams filled with timeless fragmentation in ellusive lines filled in imagination
Carry me further down by the river pilgrims process shelter lieth dormant
Amidst modest apparell to appease the night in sullen asps in seperation into a vile
cavity;

Chaste impulse that derives an analogy sullen fragments
Cemetary very scarey even if your in the weary
Trampled back its timeless clause by impulse an explosion of applause
Cemetary

Having long hanging viscious fangs that bite in the night to fright
A shout of intense madness filled with sadness
Shadows fixed within timeless clause
A plausible cue toward a viable loss...
Tags: Hate, Fake, Darkness

Poem: Tombstones For Eyes by Mario Vitale

Sat, 24 Mar 2018 17:20:01 +0000

We search for solace amidst the crowd to appease
One day we shall all bow humbly to our knees
The land is dark without the sun to light
When this life is over there is no double feature
Shades of black decorated the plate of mast
Silence etched it's beckoning call asunder
Tombstones for eyes does this come at a big surprise
Can't we ever see through the devil's lies
We live in a land where cash is king
No chance at heart to let the freedom ring
In silence we get a glimpse of what it is to come
Blackened hearts of evil that plug destruction
We used to live in freedom's realm
That was so long ago another theatre with a lost film
Rather there is glue on the stick that is nothing new
A borrowed pew to offer sacrifices to the Lord
The faces with tombstones for eyes having long fangs that bite
They search for blood in the dead of night
Walking zombies seeking self to please
They cry for peace yet their hearts are frozen
Living in their fake mechanical world of temporary
You search for blood out on the street exchange love for lust
Two hearts that soar out to the sky a happy passerby
They are amng us yet they are not of us
Having seared their hearts to what's torn apart
Tags: Darkness, Fear, Help

Poem: Gothic Darkness by Mario Vitale

Fri, 23 Mar 2018 17:15:02 +0000

Pillars in light fashionable decorum sets the standard
Those high rise structures with heavenly interior
The holy oblation lead to the ultimate construction
In matters of trust we can maintain a humane aura
A heart that devised the good of humanities stake & claim
An old lady named Grier used to live in it's dwelling
A structure well kept yet needs a fix up with the plumbing
Grier used to frequent her yard with it's barbed wire fence
Tragedy had claimed her late husband's life that left her alone
She carries on with a smile in her lone desolation
A mere place for rest like a long awaited vacation
With sincere love in her heart she would often sing
Letting in the sunshine inside her brilliant dwelling
A noted poet herself used to write to her hearts content
The fashion of her study was filled with perfume & appeal
Stacks of books lined the way the went to her parlor
She made music in her head as she was getting ready to sleep
A sincere whisper of gratitude would always be nestled at her feet
For Grier was living smooth to the natural eye
Sought back the pain from within with a simple sigh
She dedicates her home to the loving hands of almighty God
Enough to give her courage amidst a darkened cloud
Silently awaits the true love to come through the door
A beacon of light to a much hurting world in need
Soft lace now decorates the rug with plush moderation
A sip of tea will bring forth a new year's resolution
She has gained yet also has lost humanities heaviest cost
With four walls of gothic revival in her unique quest
Tags: Hate, Hurt, Darkness

Story: Spine Love Chilling by Robin Carretti

Fri, 23 Mar 2018 16:55:01 +0000

Are you ready for a chill change?Is this your end of existence we need more darkness and what a hell of a mental state this wasn't my New York state of mind. The piano player was a physio going psycho dementedly insane.I needed more blood in my Cardio work-out he took a bite of my neck what a slayer. How he was playing his I tunes with heavy fumes poured down my face.I'm not getting any Fargo chilled caffeine give it to me straight up.

Such erotic men Wavy-circuit bad brain psychotic stock went up. Many sides of the moon compulsive behavior shooting up the wolf. So painfully and sadistic he was like a Bullheaded Matador trying to seduce me checking me out with his intensely dark dominant eyebrow's psycho trait, like an exorcism, he stared into bloody stream consciousness. But I was wearing this red all full of his blood cape but I still wanted him he had this Taurus eye's smothered me for God-sake I asked him what he wanted from me he spat out of sick revelation the Priest was a vampire of another resurrection I couldn't protect myself more secrets came out. The confession every time they told them the Vampire would bite them but there was a certain bite like a venom snake. All wiggly and crawling all over her body the stake knife how many did they have.What this my revelation to get sucked up into these "Elite Vampires" the creepy thing was they were all over the website.

He drawled in his hot spicy cajun accent like a covered drape, this wasn't any time to run they were after Venessa and her friends she got an invite to the ball they wanted to make up with them like a sign of "Godly Providence" but the goodness. This was a trick going back to the ancient times in France there were many Vampires in theBc before Christ so spell-bound got pushed, closer, under his valentine, cape There was more to Devlin and his brothers so spine-chilling how could anyone escape such heavy breathing through her lungs but a good bloodline that was rare they needed to eat her anticipation what a revelation.This isn't the year 2016. I need an end messenger in the dark wood's of France there was a castle where they lived in a discreet area. This new year going on a bloody jet next to me mental case passenger.

Caught me in his shadow silhouette fancy me shape.I'm a singer & a writer.I became begging, he touched
a part of me my audience was a hell awakening.I always, feel like, I am waiting 4 something.Staying or going it doesn't pay the bill's society steals drug's & bands.I'm sucking on Vampire's, nymphomanic sucked all our business out he's hired. What do we have the vampires have all the same blood-line so if someone wanted to kill one they will all die that's the to die for in the ending? They always come, we all pay for one fucking dark condom. She was left in the forest bleeding like a dead deer.
We end up with the bloody neck and this bitcoins of the chilling. He was definitely a force to be reckoned.
I felt a shift inside of her melting like Satan. His face and arms were pumping out like a carnelian more blood he was changing into a Vampire covered in scratches bleeding from a hundred devil tears.

I felt his chill beyond anything virtual, I became how Creatures see bloodhound's trophy.He won we over he came all over that wind, fiercely, blowing hair Bob Satan voice speaking 2 me Blowing my sin.
Digging down hell dimension split end's combing dead lifeless end.Is this my time completely taken to be changed either I die or they inject me with Vampire blood to the very end. My frozen finger's like children of the damned. These creepy eyes of wolfs sociopolitical tormented evil dissolute.

So polluted, my brain, felt demonized?You were born this way, devil's, worked hard on you. Makeup artist, all chill blueish red blush Barnabas Vampire Dark Ring of shadow how he saw you from his rear Hitchcock window. So dark envy of widow's, Robbing the rich lover's poor soul. So Carmela cuddled all over my pillow talk. she was hard as her vampire red nails so many fangs of toffee brittle. But she loved to make the humans bleed easy to break into body parts to eat melted inside her coffee. Did I wake up with another "Vampire Lover?" How they are so sensitive too smells so internal or external. Should I change I felt I was too pure like Olive oil I didn't mix with the Vampires to much water the blood should be saucy like my Italian thick sauce they wanted more blood. What could I tell them about me they already know when their eyes go deep inside me is it all over. How I feel for a Vampire darkened "Wizardly Pinball" so bloody British Tommy who on my music cover. This was not my original plan. Artisan Book-wizard exotic music pages David Bowie speaks 2 me Changes.Not kosher remedy.Chicken Witch, computer eating cricket night sky swallowed him up trapped my penicillin. All like a can-can of Leg's all black waxed, what so I see kaleidoscope circle-me fax.Insane 2-B 13 the square symbolic symbols, I feel sometimes it's my end. I need some help people calling out 2 you.lets all burn hands.I love all my dead rocker bands.He floods my bloody face. Did I see this coming?"

The next newspaper page cut on my finger, inked your word's Robin not to be the trusted exhibition, became his object ritual subject. Forces strange, movement shifting around he enter's pushing me.My century, tormented, I need an improvement.Next page singing out like hell commented. So much Darker so articulate, was this my fate, calling me Amazon's Jack the ripper Kissed all the virgins like a six sense so pervertedly morbid. Things better change, medieval my knight, shining horse am I cheating myself. Remaking myself bleed again, goods of the world private underground.

I became so psycho with my head slashed does that make any sense.Is this my future or going back the eighteenth century I saw what I really became so vicious my blood of wine every day like a mad creature a time when things were craved to be delicious
Tags: Dark World, Rock Bands, Mental, Psychotic, Psycho, Insane, Graphic

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