black, coal, eyes...
chooses his victims
uncontrollable once the moon comes out
the stars that show
the only witnesses
the black shadow that fallows
weapon of choice
an ax
a knife
a fire, unknown
no signs of life left behind
pale, white, skin...
no tears
a wicked smile
white gloves a load of red blood
a sickening chuckle
as he stabs
pieces to pieces
the heart for fun twists, punch
twirls the guts on his hands
thinks of a next victim
black, silky, hair...
a scream
as she burns
her skin disolves
with an acid he keeps
her hair burns with her
as she screams and covers her face
it dies out with the night
drags her to the woods
dark, black, suit...
he walks away
no trace behind
a smirk on his face
the hallow steps that go on
not a thing in mind...
A contest entry
- ~ Brilliant Bonechillers ~ >>Come N Play! by VoltaicHypnosis.
1750 points, ended March 4, 2008, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Friday Frightmare by Immortal Obscurity.
300 points, ended August 10, 2008, 6 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
made for contest i dont think is good but i will let people decide =D
Comments
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I liked it. A lot. It's very sick and twisted, like a good horror move. Great write and good luck in the contest!
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woah.
Fascinating... fantastic.... sick
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