Insanity is nothing but a game i like to play
and the horror is nothing but thrill.
An agitated demon flows through-out my veins,
rancid bile; a sickening delusion.
Woods bare witness to my violent passion
::my nightly ritual::
tree's of bone staggered amongst tomb stones.
Misty entrails flutter above our bodies,
levitating in howling waves.
A burial awaits my beautiful creation;
my lovely prey fallen victim to a ravenous wolf.
Oh how defiant she is,
spitting fermented hate through musty air.
"Come on now, don't play games you cunt,
you know who i am.
I know you do, don't you FUCKIN lie.....
want to know what happens to little lambs
who stray to far from the herd?
Who knowingly lie to my face?"
Ahhh, yes, her whimpers of fear,
tasteful as i stare into her eyes.
Sparkles of sheer terror radiate through
glazed optical lens; she stares into her reflection.
Her face contorts at this grisly sight;
they all think it's a halloween prank
but my twitching blade begs to differ.
I smile at her predicament;
laying in front of me, wrists bound in
barb wire.
Blood from torn flesh arches across
a symmetrical state of paralization.
This is all a nightmare, all a dream,
but is it really? Do i truly exist???
Or only in the maddened mind of
twisted, dancing shadows?
---===of a corrupted dead beat society===---
"P-Please....don't kill me,"
she whimpers, but to who?
She stares into the blackened eyes of fate
as i press the scalpel to her tender throat.
It's funny, isn't it....
how the mind plays tricks on you.
"Shhh...." I coo to her,
"You don't want to anger me
now, do you?? Or.....
maybe you do....maybe....
you don't want to live no more....."
i growl menacingly.
Tears parade down her softened face,
as i admire how perfect her unscarred neck is.
I brush her cheek gently as i envision murder;
her throat so vulnerable and begging release.
Like that of a swan; shimmering beneath
a polarized moon adorned in crystal.
I press my lips to her pulsing arteries,
feeling them shudder beneath my deathly touch.
She is warm, her breaths quick and rapid
as i envision the bloodspray.
"I do not exist to you...."
i whisper softly in her ears.
"I never did exist, i am only your
imagination and nothing more.
I am an incarnate of this world,
of this corruption you seek to dissappear from.
Now go ahead, set yourself free and
wish me away.....I....DARE.....YOU."
What a stupid bitch, laying beneath my
muscular body, wracked with mindless sobs.
Carefully, skillfully, i twine the wire beneath
my fingers; sewing it around her body.
I bind her ankles together
and wrap the wire around her warm, silken belly;
carefully studying the designs it
leaves in delicate flesh.
I press the blade against her throat, deeper....
::though not life threatening::
watching a trickle of blood seep forth.
How we twitched; me and that excited scalpel
as i licked solid fear from thin coats of flesh.
It tasted sweet,
my dominance over her submission as her
mouth parted....ever so slighlyt:
"This is a dream.....
you're not alive.....
please, just go away and leave me alone,"
she stuttered pathetically.
"And so i shall," I grin as hell comes to life,
a ghostly lullabye of death has been
sung and now agony pumps 6 feet above my head.
A brutal cessation of horror sliced ear to ear,
a carcass lying in a gutter of filth;
gutted fallacies for all to see.
A stench like no other rises from a twitching
corpse of disdain, but i am not alive;
nor am i real.
Madness, my friends, is society itself
as the news speaks of a taunting serial killer.
"The Butcher," they all called me,
but i only slit the throats of society's crimes,
there has been no killings;
no mindless slaughter, but a tale to scare
those who venture out on shadowed streets.
In her blood i left my mark;
writing crytpic messages in gore.....
my killings are all one big desulsion,
and there are many more corrupted, diseased
ridden whores to come.....
Author notes
Here you go Nathan! Now, to the moderators....there is not actual murder or gore in this piece. I mean.....no one TRULY dies, do they?? It's all one big illusion....one twist of fate lead by a corrupted society, this is quite symbolic really of society and how screwed up we truly are, the innocent dying for causes unknown. Who TRULY knows why things happen the way they do.....though this makes for a good halloween story!
YES, THIS IS WRITTEN LIKE SOME OF MY OTHERS (FROM THE MIND OF A KILLER) BUT I AM ACTUALLY THE VICTIM......the one recieving the action, i do NOT envision myself committing these crimes and never will I. BUt once again, NO ACTUAL MURDER IN THIS
=)
It's all one big mind-fuck!
A contest entry
- HALLOWEEN by So Strange.
1050 points, ended November 8, 2007, 9 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Spooky by krymsin kyss.
600 points, ended October 30, 2007, 16 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Sick and lovely
Nice bit of torment in this piece Lady D, I have read some of your twins poems too. I am new here but your site is by far the most wicked.
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LOLOL
you're to cute,
yeah, you sent me a message rectifying this. And once again,
i'm a HUGE fan of LadyDementia's writing, so i'm still honored by that comment!
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Delightfully dark and vivid
Ooohh... *grins with a tinge of that special darkness that I try so very hard to forget resides in me* Deliciously morbid, Miss Synthetic-Nightmare. *applauds softly* Beautiful myriads of blood-stained imagery, rapid breath warm in my ear as my hand becomes the killer's, holding that exquisite instrument of torment... *sighs dreamily* You really put me there, and that is exactly what makes a good poet. Some lines were a bit weak, but you redeemed yourself gracefully,
. Lengthy, and well-worth reading all the way through. You grabbed my attention with an iron fist and didn't let go... So now I will wrap myself in the loving black folds of my deteriorating sanity, ^_^.
Come to think of it... Yes, I believe... you inspired me,. Nothin' like a good murder poem to get the Muse juices flowing, (innuendo NOT intended. I promise, *smirks*.) Allinall, EXCELLENT poem. I will now add you to my favorites so I may read more later, ^_^. Thanks for sharing this... highly-stimulus masterpiece. Twas a pleasure for all the senses. Hope to see more. And congrats on the trophies. You deserve them, . Till next time,
Waiting patiently in the shadows for your next submission,
~S.
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HAHAHA
YOU ARE FUCKIN AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LOLOLOL
That was a badass response to this piece! ^_^
I had to re-read it cause i forgot what i had written, *grins sheepishly*
i had SOOOOOOO MUCH FUN writing this piece (along with all my other serial killer writes).
You're poetry must be pretty fuckin outstanding and intelligent (judging by the comment you left me)
YOU'RE GOING ON MY FAVORITES!!!!!!!!
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Thank you for entering my humble little contest, I am enjoying the chance to read all the authors unfamiliar to me.
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Ok so i must say, i have read a lot of poems on here. And this has got to be the BEST poem i have read. This was amazingggg. Like you have no idea. Now im smiling.
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LMFAO
YAY!!!!!!!!! i'm glad you like it!!!
welcome to my psyche!! =D
+++and to take away any guilt, when i write these.....i imagine myself as the victim, as twisted as that totally just sounded right there!++++
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hmmm... i like the take you put on this! the mind is the only killer, brilliant but not very scary. i like it a lot though!
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This was really good, Darci Nightmare. I think that the flow and story behind this were both very well put to screen. I think that your stories and poems just seem to be getting better, as with age, I guess. I hope that you continue to write many more like this.
I think that the whole thing being a dream and all was like something I would probably do at a time or something, cause it's rare, but shows that you're very talented and have a good variety of what you can write.
Keep up the great work, Darci! I look forward to many more of your amazing, gross, creepy stories and poems...and the ones that are like a mixture of a poem and story.
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This is so awesome! Imagery is perfect and I believe you just might be a walking thesarus. lol Thank you for sharing this peice!
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Wow. This poem is amazing! Seriously one of the BEST in my contest. Very powerful write...really hit me. Thanks for entering and good luck
Avec amour *~Krymsin Kyss~* -
wish me away, I DARE YOU
that line just struck me. It really hit a chord and I don't know why.
Actually this whole poem hit a chord.
Kudos on such a fucking flat-out amazing write.
Ciao bella
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thanks for your comment, glad you liked this! And that it hit a chord......!!
That strikes me as interesting
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WOT NO DEATH?!?! lmao!
Actually, this is still an outstanding write, plus...imagination puts the gore and death there for me, so meh! lol
I rarely kill in my pieces...though when i DO...I kill in style, lol. I prefer to torture...that way, I can always come back and do it again, lol. Wonderful, as always Syn
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Darci, i love your work. I dont even have to read it all to know that. Beautiful. Intrigueing. A nice touch. Good job big sister. Im very proud.
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Awesome!!!
This is awesome! Different from your usual, no death, well as such depends on where your imagination takes you, but I love it! Makes for a great Halloween tale, may tell the kids...Mwhahaha! (they aren't babies..lol). The imagery was as ever fantastic. Think its time to add you to my faves, after all you inspire so many ideas for me. Best of luck in the contest!
Pink xx
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I LOOOOVE IIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Holy friggin shit this is the best poem you have ever written, girl. never stop!!!!!
MORSMORDRE!
- The Dark Lady
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