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The soul eaterMy eyes plunged into thy soul
A hand on thy countenance
The other who tears thy heart

Thy blood flows abundantly on the floor
You cry, you scream with the help
Silly, it is too late

Tomorrow, an innocent woman will be like you
Mesmerized and trapped in my sharp claws

Gothic CinderellaGothic Cinderella

Cinderella wanted so much to go the Gothic ball
But she had chores to do
And her step sisters kept finding more to do
She wanted to listen to Nightwish and Within Temptation
While her sisters listened to One Direction
The sisters dressed in high street fashion
They shopped at Miss Selfridges and Next
Cinderella liked gothic clothing
Victorian cloaks with white frills
She had piercings and wore combat boots
The stepsisters did not approve
They thought she was strange
Perhaps on the borderline of insanity
They always picked on Cinderella
They were both going to the Gothic Ball
Even though they didn't like the music
It was the

How MaddeningDimensional relevancy paid with merely an eye, birthed from exceptions and death's cauldrons; shriveled of a blank sigh.

Two eves of shaded winters locked thrice in their places, an ocean of clear tongues to drown; blessed with the graces.

Mere conceptions of insane peculiars, with their masks and crippled boxes, of whom they speak die freshly in rugs, bleeding deep within the poxes.

And explain why are these relevant, who binds them all within blinds, a mere widow of subconscious keys; the mask without the eyes.

WordsTaking your words I crumpled them up, and put them in my little woolen pocket, every step drags

Me down for I know, I am going to have to carry them about somberly in the breeze, such pain is not

Escapable, for words clench the blood out of my heart, leaving it only to be severed with the rest of

The organs to follow, such words consume me like a dark plague, with nowhere yet but to scurry to the

Walls of my brains, knowing now what must be done, taking a knife as a relic of nonexistent fear, cutting

Only deep down to make a hole, in hope longing pain goes out, my eyes burn with lasting joy as I watch

The words fall with drips of blood,

LinesSeeing through it all can be an everlasting savior, for those left who cannot, such fear comes to be

Inescapable to the eyes, one more to creep over into its place, taking time away with every glance

One more to tread, bitterness succumbing every step a maze of lengthened simplicity, wrapped into

Hallucinations of a morbid mind crossing the streams of living, watching the lines in the world passing

Slowly by searching only to waste time, for they are never going to change, the moments come and go

Only to leave, the mind troubled with voices festering in the immorality of fear…..

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My eyes have found the bottle,
Half full with a proclaimed solution. Consumption is my body's only need...withdrawal, it's demons kept at bay only by repetitive submission...

The bottle stares back with lifeless, nonexistent eyes...a thousand yard stare only to find me in my own mind, staring at a broken mirror at choices of mere potential...a clap of thunder snaps me from hypnosis.

A sweat grows from the soil of my pours, as my ears pick up the screaming demons drawing closer by the second...insanity is the flare that they so love to follow to my place of solitary self torture.

Closing my eyes only grants those demons the images they wer

Little wings of white flamesGo ahead and feed the beast with bitter sweetness, and watch it come out of me and tear you to

Pieces, I am but a limp and frail ghoul hiding away in the darkness, licking away my wounds as my

Lips turn saturated red, that is why every single night I run and hide away from such ideas of mine,

As they try to take me down while trickling down my spine, when the pain comes out it will creep

Upon your skin and percolate the mind, causing you to screech in fright, running around looking for

A way to escape, and I will be but dust in the remnants of the shadows, looking in the gates for my

Little wings of white flames….

Night of the 13thNight of the 13th
Lines on the Wind
That night, the whole community was still
As though a strange event would befall
Then there came a solitary voice
'T was neither man nor woman, nor child
They all had gone inside and locked their doors
Nay, 't was the wind
How oft of late have I heard the voice?
I swear, it knows my name
Who could have told it?
The wind, it is a westerly flow
It has blown for many a night this week
Is there not a cemetery yon,
Somewhere in the distance, to the east?
Perchance, as it crossed a solitary grave
Someone there poke my name
When the body feels a chill, we wear a coat;
When the heart feels the chill, what can we wear?
Hark, now the wind is rattling my door
It sounds as though a hand is knocking
It has called my name again
Ah, what can this portend?

Burial if you find this

please

cremate my feelings

put my thoughts in a mausoleum
bury my heart in a wooden coffin

dump my soul into the sea

but

just leave my body here.

Treated like a StrangerMerciless creature you have bitten off my wings and devoured them whole, in promise that my hope

Would be gone, you left me for dead in this dreary pool of blood, why do you treat me like a stranger,

What did I do to deserve such silence? why can we not be more than this, if you want to play then I’ll

Pretend and have it my way, I will tape your mouth so I can say I have won, nothing pays to have such

Silence of yours, and see your cunning eyes go back into your skull, I am but a joker and you are the

King mocking me with your surrounding peasants, but you just wait for such mockery will lead

To your undoing……

War and DeathWar was one a game
A game with sticks and toy guns
It didn’t mean anything
Now war means everything
War invades our minds
Intrudes on our hearts
It is no longer a game, but real
Where people get hurt
Where people really die

Death was once just a word
A word with little meaning to me
It didn’t have meaning
Now death means everything
Death kills our joy
Murders are love
It is no longer just a word, but fate
That leaves people hurt
That leaves people dead

War and death is all too real
To real in our lives anymore
War is everything
Death leaves nothing
War captures our minds
Death drowns our love
They are no longer games or words, b

DespairAcross the bellowing sky comes abroad and leads to a road, full of longing screams and cries, with voices

Telling curious souls not to go farther for they will become perished with bellowing plagues accustomed

To the lurking sonnets, hoping such ones will come to take away their sins, and free their lost locked

Away minds, a recipe for despair over scourges the land, blinding already swelled bloodied eyes, such

Burning emptiness enters into this road of vile obscenities, only to swallow those up ablaze who are

Weak and inferior, whose hearts have already bursted open being liable to suffer….

Liar, liar, Soul on fireLiar, liar,
Soul on fire,
Now you hang
By razor wire.

You come to me,
Then try to run.
But you are caught
In my web of fun.

You return, yet again
To the towers three.
Your body and soul
Belong to me.

You try to lie,
But you only deceive yourself!
I’m no longer chasing,
Your no longer in health.

You don’t know yet,
Do you?
Well, let me show,
Walk on through.

Look around?
Recognise anything?
I’m sure you do,
I know you hear the blades singing.

You started off
In the towers,
And you escaped.
Or did you?

You lie, but only to you.
Who do you think your trying to fool?
Not me, not them, not you.
And now I say, welcome, to t

black maskmy mask laid in front of me,
right there, in front of me.

the mask I wore in the morning,
the mask I removed at night

come morning I was peaceful,
come night fall I was deadly

……….. oh……so…….deadly……..

shadows danced in vain to scare me away,
rats sank into their sewer holes,
moths dropped like flies at my feet
behold my utter--- black

mask.

oh, so funny the way they all run from me

the tenacious tickle down my spine- don’t make me laugh
don’t make me take of my mask.

sunrise comes
i creep under the bed,
the light is such an unwelcoming burden
the sun is certa

Too LateThe word by which all things are governed, whispered in my ear,
That when judgment day does come, I have much to fear.
Even if I were to conjure enough desperation
To allow myself to become better,
I would still not hear the beautiful tingling
Of soft angel voices
In my head mingling.

Smoky lips summon me from one direction then the next
Always down but it does not matter from east or from west.
They say that the divine one is in all places and things,
But I don’t think it is he
Who calls out to me my name,
And many other dastardly secrets
Far from that which was tame.

Red breath of intoxication waves around a blackening heart.
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ErodeShe holds his hand intrepidly
She does as she is told
Though the blood that stains her ankles
Hasn't yet gone cold
But she will smile for all the strangers
As she stands out in the street
From her eyes fall silently
The secrets she can't speak
Father whispers quietly
"Daughter, don't you cry,
Remember what I told you?
No one loves you more than I"
With her blonde hair torn and tangled
And her blue eyes stormy grey
She's so pretty in his grasp
But she never stays that way
So she clings tightly to his arm
She's nothing if he leaves
For no one else will love her
Who will love her, if not he?
Between the ashen trees of fall
A

Will you remember me?You were a fallen angel
Broken, so they say,
Without wings, you couldn't follow
And they threw you away

So I cut you some paper wings
To try and make you smile
And like every angel will
You used those wings to fly

If we meet again
Years from today
Could you promise me
That you wouldn't fly away?

I will not wait for you
I'll leave without a sound
I'll leave you waiting for me
Like you left me on the ground

You know those paper wings will burn
If you go too high
They'll leave you stranded, waiting
Like I left you in the sky

Everything but meI wish I knew what it's like
To feel so loved
But I'd much rather be a killer
Than I'd like to be a dove
One day in the cold December
Under three feet of snow
I will slip out my window
Whisper a last goodnight and go
I don't need wings to fly
And I don't need you to live
I don't need anything
Anything to give
I could be a saviour
If they'd let me go
I am an angel
Only when I'm laying in the snow
I'll pack up my nothings
And sleep down by the sea
It's careful waves capture
Everything but me
Take my heart and my love
Far from this land
Till I am just a memory
Only ripples in the sand
My life left in ruins
Underneath the

Sing'Twas loneliness I thought was love
That taught me how to sin
'Twas jealously, that made me tear
The wings off winged things
'Twas anger, hate and nothing more
Bleeding from within
That made me take a knife to this,
Taught me to choke and sing

'Twas a dying hope that night
That brought me to the sea
To close my eyes and sink
So deep I couldn't breathe
I was but a suicide
The kind that no one saves
All my scars and memories-
Red ribbons in the crushing waves

And there never was a map
That could show me where I'd been
Never was a soul
That could ever make me clean

Through the frozen waters
A voice spoke unto me
'You're giv

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Splayed Like an Angel

by ~Charlie-Carver, Jul 18, 2011, 6:43:57 PM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

Slivers of blood down a broken spine
Whispers of a body that once was mine
Memories of a moment, a violent mistake
Splayed like an angel, snow white and fake

(Kill me; and give me life,
I'm dying for you,
Love me; there's only one stupid thing,
Stupid kids like to do)

Begging for these thoughts to leave my head,
There is no pain, no life, but I'm screaming again.
Bandaged wounds wake me at the break of dawn,
My skin is so cold but the blood is warm-

(It's not quite as sweet,
From my frozen veins,
The feeling is lost,
But it still feels the same)

Cracked bones pushing through the paling skin,
The last trace of life pushing it's way in,
Settling like ash on her staring eyes,
If he didn't make her scream, then they can't make her cry…

(You can hurt me if you like,
I know I can't move above,
Just don't carve a heart,
Because we might fall in love)

Her last day alive, he had fallen in love,
A knife in his belt, she had fallen in love.
On her last day on earth, she had called out his name,
He took her by the hand and never let go again.

Splayed Like an Angelby ~Charlie-Carver

Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

Poetry collaboration between me and Zuzr. Neither of us really like it, but we've been fairly inactive.

~NykiiLynn Aug 29, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

i......i love this.

im too speechless by this to say anything more.

~Charlie-Carver Aug 31, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

Thankyou!

~NykiiLynn Aug 31, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

your welcome.

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