Reach out in desolation,
aware there is no hand,
clasping to ease the fears;
Only four walls confining,
no pillows to bury your head,
to subdue the grating sound,
of your own screaming,
rattling in your ears;
continued, blistering, loud,
at a monotone fevered pitch.
Since you looked into my eyes.
What did you see there,
in the dead of the night?
Trapped, with no respite,
in your supposed safe place;
all that you thought comforting,
turned on you at my whim;
did you see the terror,
of a slow, endless torture?
Did you see death staring back,
to a symphony of my rising laughter?
Satisfaction stirs as you start to shrivel.
How wrong and woefully naïve;
an innocent thought now crooked,
that I could only take form in nightmares;
yet I stand here, full frontal,
a naked terror defiling your waking moments;
the banquet of your frantic panic,
makes me hard and wildly lustful,
to taste the fruits of your clammy fear;
virgin feast beyond compare,
foreplay to climactic devastation.
I will fuck the carcass of your demise.
Author notes
Prompt Option No 91: Horror
I did have No.53 reserved, but whilst I was coming up with something, someone else used that number (despite the fact that I had clearly reserved it). Now, I could kick up one fuck of a stink about it....but...I wont, can't be bothered, so I wrote something else, lol.
I did consider calling it 'In The Arms Of The Mocking Knight', but not sure if that worked or not, so changed it to 'Night' instead. Tell me what you think, whether I should revert back to 'Knight' or leave it as 'Night'.
Enjoy.
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Nasty stuff, this sounds like me when I'm at my serial killer/manipulative bitch stance. Still, very descriptive and relatable to me, even if I am not a serial killer/maniac (not so sure about the latter, actually).
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What and ending
I love the ending of this and can hear you reading it as loud as you can in the bath, a six pack there to add it's own tone and temper.
Brill, really brill.
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A rather like it, the feeling within is...creepy
Good job.
However, I absolutely hate cussing in poetry ( what I am talking about is the closing line, you could have chosen a better word, defile, rape, molest, abuse)
But that aside, I find it to be a very good poem
Great...
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OOH what an ending. I love it.. I love all the.. mystiue and gore. I was thinking this would make great lyrics. Very gory and strange.. describing how a person might feel when they were about to be murdered.. ouch.. scarey.
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um ok then haha
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lol just reserving my place for a contest
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