Darkness eviscerates my soul as i
long to bleed her lusting impurity.
Delirium spins on it's icy axis, winding
through a sapphire prison of liquid dreams.
Shadow's asphyxiate my blackened demon
as the devil of madness whispers lunacy
through my shattered psyche.
*twitching*
*twitching*
My scalpel flutters with heated excitement,
wanting so much to kiss the corpse of death.
He's a beautiful little dancer, my blade,
flitting mercilessly over virgin skin whilst
painting a plasmatic portrait of murder.
He waltz's in harmony to the feeble beating
of a traumatized heart;
Wings spread to envelope mortal
fear as i hear footsteps:
*click*
*click*
*click*
I cave inside my re-occuring fantasies,
bathing in deaths solitary dimension.
Down a whitened corridor i walk, travelling
through the crystal glass halls of hysteria.
Strings of visceral hang from illusionary shelves
as my lips press against the cold steel of my scalpel.
I shiver in pleasure as i feel the prick and taste blood,
knowing this kill shall shroud me in the vampiricism i desire.
Her sweet, succulent flesh flirts with diabolical senses
as she nears, entering MY world of carnality.
And now she is here......
The key that shall veil her destined fate
enters, twists, and the doors unlock.
Melodic insanity plays on in my brain where
voices of malicious ferocity hum a peaceful dirge.
"Kill her, dissect her, such soft flesh she has....."
they growl intimately, carressing my skin.
I shudder uncontrollably, the visions coated in blood,
such sweet delicacy it is, the wine of an innocent angel.
She slides in behind the steering wheel,
blond hair so beautiful as my scalpel continues to twitch.
The moon casts tinted blue waves upon my shelter,
lighting up her impending tomb where struggles are futile.
The hazy, aphotic atmosphere envelopes us
and now i can no longer wait....
I strike with vememous fangs and my
hand clamps tightly upon her mouth
::silencing her desparate screams::
Her head is back and my scalpel traces
her carotid arteries; pounding against gothic flesh.
The blade is cold, perhaps??
Oh how she convulses in urinary charm,
her tremors mark perfection my friends!
The skin indents and i can hear them,
her jugular pleading for salvation,
yet oh how they aroused me!
"The throat is the most beautiful part of a woman,"
my demons growl, horns held high.
"Through those veins flows life!
feel it beneath the blade,
soft.....
warm.....
pulsing.....
so tender in the arms of fear!
Her whimpers are to be cherished as you
feel the wind glide through her windpipe.
Slit her wide and feel the rush
embracing her dying corpse."
My eye's close as i shudder once more,
feeding off her whimpers.
"P-p-please, oh my god, i don't wanna die..."
Crystal tears fall and crack on sadistic hands as
i dig the scalpel deeper into her warm, pale neck.
Visions of gutting her are haunting as they
prance through the barriers of my twisted mind.
I watch in awe as the beads of blood fall,
dancing on porclein skin, romancing the blade.
I whisper cannibalistic desires in her ears,
as i force her head at an angle, exposing the jugular.
I press my lips to her mortified pulse, tasting it's beauty
beneath a protective sheet of flesh; soon to be torn.
Magnified horror glows within those veins,
the blood so warm, thick.....vibrant with innoscent LIFE!
And so her feathered wings of hallucination covet
my darkened needs, feathers as white as a dove.
I lick the blood from tender flesh,
and then, without warning, i silence her screams.
Blood spurts with growing strength as i slit
her throat in the throes of heated passion....
Gasps emenate as the windshield is slashed by
zig-zag patterns of glittered crimson.
"BUTCHER HER FUCKIN CARCASS!"
the voices thunder, urging me on.
Again, i slice her once beautiful throat,
so perfect it had been but now mauled.
The blood pumps erratically as i drink from
her wound, gaining a psychological immortality.
Violently, i stab at the frames of disease,
opening the belly to release her putrid filth.
The rotting stench of death rises as i feel her
convulsing in my vice like grasp.
SHE WOULDN'T STOP....
**kicking**
**thrashing**
**choking**
**gagging**
Finally, she layed still with a blank stare,
snakish intestines still steaming on the floor of her car.
My hands were stained.....
her angelic beauty dissected with such violent grace.
Quietly, i closed her vacant eye's,
kissing her wounds and saying my prayers.
And then as i came, off i slip into the abyss,
intersecting my continuous trail of fatalities.
Author notes
"I KNOW THE RULES" (btw, "in the throes of heated passion" is NOT meant to be sexual, so i hope it isn't taken that way.....this passion is "love" for what he's doing, NOTHING sexual)
Option 1: homicide
OMG, THIS FELT SOOOO GOOD to get out.
I've been trying to refrain from writing more stories like this but I CAN'T FUCKIN DO IT! haha, so....here you guys go!!! ^_^
AH HAHA, guess who's back!?
A contest entry
- Let The Darkness Win! by LadyDementia.
1000 points, ended December 23, 2007, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Vampires! by Anti-Saint.
350 points, ended January 9, 2008, 11 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Deeply Disturb Me by xxRainbowDawnxx.
450 points, ended January 20, 2008, 23 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Sweeney Todd - The Demon Poet of Fleet Street (Contest) by iamlost.
1050 points, ended April 15, 2008, 7 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Bloody Blood Suckers! by Night Terrors.
400 points, ended May 25, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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not really a vamp thing is it
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Wow, very very intense. That was quite the story to read through, much better than just a story actually, for poetry helped to tell it and make it more intense. I liked the description and personification, very nice.
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wowow why watch a horror film when you could read something like this!!
love it
amazing write
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Sorry, I'm deleting this because you dropped the F bomb, I DON"T WANT TO READ CUSSING, I find it pointless, and you sound really illiterate and stupid when you do it. IT IS USELESS LANGUAGE. Sorry, but you can let someone else read you cussing cuz I'm not even reading this poem, It probably was really good, but I'm not going to take time out to read something that broke the rules. SRRY
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Oh My!!
What images and emotions You have brought forth in this piece
The story grabs and almost knocked me out of my chair...Wow!
Powerful scenes that take the reader by the hand...
to witness events up front and personal
Congratulations on Your Trophies!
-Throws confetti-
Woooooooooo Hoooooooooooo
Thank You for sharing Your Talent also Voice~
Many blessings to You in all You do Sweet Soul
Best wishes too
and much love~ Desire~*~
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Too many spelling mistakes to encourage me to finish this, I am afraid. Better luck in all the other contests you have entered it in.
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Vrry disturbing... long but very inticing, makes you want to be there to see what's going on (yup, I'm a little crazy). I love the way I can see what's actually going on.
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LOLOL. I agree that it's long. In fact, all my "murder write" end up being really long. HAHAHA, I HAVE TO MUCH FUN with it, get way to into it and then it takes on life. Haha, very carried away, eh????
THANKS for your comment!
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mmmmm scalpel
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*shudders*
i LOVE IT! Thanks for your comment! ^_^
hey.....how ya doing anyway?
Are you still in all that trouble?? Or has it......subsided. CAUSE it's fuckin BULLSHIT that you're in it to begin with, it's not even your fault......
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I strike with vememous fangs and my
hand clamps tightly upon her mouth
::silencing the screams of an opera symphony::
Her head is back and my scalpel traces
her carotid arteries; pounding against gothic flesh.
Such powerful imagery and gore. Well written, thank you for entering. My husband and I enjoyed reading. -
Very good, thanks for sharing another of these with us
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this is friggin beautiful. great write
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HEHEHEHE...
Here comes the crazy fucks!! Calculating Murderer in this one...Hahaha
You had the stalking effect down to a T..!!
Congrats for the award!!! Well deserved.
All the best,
~T.S~
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im glad you werent able to stop
i have always loved how sidistic and disterbing your writing is
the detail you have... BEAUTIFUL
YAY GRAPHIC MURDERS
keep up the writing
i do love it so.
thank you for the wounderful read, keep up the good work
PEACE&WAR
The -poodle boy-
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The sheer detail in this is outstanding and almost overwhelming....almost hehe. The way you get behind the murder, adding in small things makes it all the more delightful and chilling, taking it to the next level. The depth you go into is inspiring indeed. The insane ramblings inside his mind are so organized...for insanity. Masterfully penned. Best of luck in my contest and Merry Christmas!
Pink x
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Awww babe! Amazing :]
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LOLOL
THANKS!!!!!!! ^_^
I seriously have been trying to quit this style of writing but i can't seem too! haha....as sick as that sounds
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Brilliant
The imagery in this is dark, threatening and foreboding. I feel like I have just been watching a horror film such was the vividness of the imagery here. The words used really pushed this piece along and I found myself lost in it. I found it wonderfully dark. You have excelled yourself once again. Well done, Queen of Darkness.
Much respect and love to you
Wayne Leon.
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LOL
THANKS MUCH FOR YOUR KIND WORDS!
It means so much coming from you!!!
You have more talent than i could have ever imagined. Haha, you've got quite a way with words.
Once again, thanks!!!!!!
((though i do not consider myself talented, lol. EMOTIONALLY DRIVEN, yes....Talented? Absolutely NOT!))
^_^
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