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Furtive Things Re-Surfacing

I exist
as a whisper in a dream,
it only seems
like I'm flying
in the sky at night
like a light beam
or the steam from a hot meal.
I'm in between conscious
and unconsciousness,
I pinch myself, again
but I do not feel.
I never wanted this,
I hope it's not real
it's my honest wish,
I honestly wish
it's not real.

What a surprise,
...it's not real
and what is the price?
...it's not real
...it's not real, it's not

I was drunk,
but the memories are coming back
My insurance and my purity
are now becoming black.
This guilty feeling
is building up inside of me.
whatever happened to the happy
humane human that I try to be?
Any sense of my normality is gone,
...it all decays
I see a hint of blood on my hands
I tried to wash away.
In my head I get an image
of a dead girl...
I profusely sweat, I start to panic
and my heads twirls...

I suppose,
now she's knocking up on heaven's gate
I don't think twice, I have to get her
and oh god, I can let him wait.
My heartbeat starts to escalate
the measurement
of my blood pressure, since
begins to elevate.
I'm f*cking freaking out,
I can't breathe,
I start to hyper ventilate
I start to question
and envision the condition
of my mental state.

I grab my closest friend,
and hold it tight
because I know a lonely life
needs a lonely knife.
So I slice
my shin to my heel,
and now my skin peels
ok there's blood,
"Oww" I did feel,
OH MY GOD THIS IS REAL!

I look around,
see a bag of meat with a seal
something bubbling over on the stove
telling me, this is a big deal
My breath smells like
the scent of death
with a hint of veal,
I taste the hatred,
taste a wasted pussy in my meal...

Now on my stove, she corrodes
and her skin peels...
It's a big deal, how did she feel?
OH MY FUCKING GOD! THIS REALLY IS REAL!

It's actually real...
or so it seems
No longer subtle whispers,
now she's screaming in my dreams.

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(Option 3)
Inspired by 28 Day's Later theme song "In the House, In a heartbeat"

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  • Synthetic-Nightmare
    December 28, 2008
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    Dark....Chilling.....

    you did a brutally brilliant job bringing us into the mind of a serial killer/cannibal. This sent shivers down my spine as i read. I like how you portrayed the insanity within the killer's psyche. How he questions whether or not what he did truly happened. Delusional, perhaps? THANKS for your entry and i really enjoyed readin it


  • LadyDementia gold member
    December 16, 2008

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    Some very raw and powerful emotions. Quite intense in places. Very neat rhyme. Thank you for entering and good luck


  • Ktulu Blackwolfe silver member
    December 13, 2008
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    Now on my stove, she corrodes
    and her skin peels...
    It's a big deal, how did she feel?
    OH MY FUCKING GOD! THIS REALLY IS REAL!

    It's actually real...
    or so it seems
    No longer subtle whispers,
    now she's screaming in my dreams.

    Very vivid and seriously twisted imagery here. I love this.

    **Ktulu Blackwolfe**


  • lithium
    January 25, 2008

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    awesome

    glad i came by to give u a read... first off let's get technical, the flow in this was awesome, especially in the first stanza and the rhymes were pretty good, but that's typical of u... i'm really happy i read this because i've been looking for something dark like this... i don't see enough like these anymore...I liked alot when u kept being like "o shit this is actually real"... the whole poem was like peicing together the puzzle of what happened, and when u realize its not a dream and u cant escape ur just like fuck!... great write bro
    ~~lith


  • Hearta
    November 5, 2007

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    hah..

    Call me selfish, concieted or spoiled
    can't help but take this personal now i'm toiled
    i intend to make changes
    boy i'm just winding up
    no matter where you stand
    you're about to feel the snap
    a ricochet movement
    electrifying zap
    cuz even tho i'm emotional
    i don't tolerate that crap
    ease up on the death threats
    you wicked clown rhyming vet
    you still haven't pursuaded me yet

    but i will tell you this much
    to rhyme of sickness so profound
    makes you seem dickless and still underground

    how about we make your dream a reality
    bitch i'll sneak the knife from you
    and slice your mentality
    stab you to death till i can plead insanity
    or better yet kill you slowly with softness
    carefully cuz i'm a lady
    watch you shed a tear and admit your clown shady
    baby u knew we coulda been good friends
    but with this crazy shit - mixed signals it sends
    and all i wanted was to see your good side
    but i see you'd rather jump on the clown ride..

    ahh just a lil something...

    first i must say - this freaked me out.. probably cuz i'm down n out and it was just bad timing...

    if i take it for what it is - a sick poem from you on this site.. well i like how it starts out calm and kinda nice... and then takes a sick fucking turn for the worst... (as usual)... x_x..

    part of me - with what i'm feeling lately - i can't condone this.. but fuck it.. u know i'm with ya.. SO TO SPEAK U CLOWN FREAK!! (only 2 claps, cuz you freaked me out)


  • Jagerlette
    November 4, 2007

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    Fuckin Twisted Insane Greatness!

    Wow!
    You painted a very vivid picture with creativity of a mad man XD truely grusome. Twisted! Like the way you portray it as a dream coming to reality with wake!
    Much respect on this deadly piece.

    "whatever happened to the happy
    humane human that I try to be?
    Any sense of my normality is gone,
    ...it all decays
    I see a hint of blood on my hands
    I tried to wash away." Mmmm all to familiar with dreams that seem like this and tryin to be happy.
    I find myself writing when I get depressed it fuels me.
    MCL,
    ~Kimber
    Keep up the great writes puts me in a diff. better place then the this mind I have succomb to be a prisoner of.

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