Clawing my eyes out
because of this bout of sanity,
I wish this dreamland
to go away.
Maggots crawling from every surface
as I feast on the minds
and souls of our not so dearly
departed.
Ripped away from
this hells earth,
by cancer,
and eaten away
by the malice
Oh I binge
on the dismemberment
of society.
Death calls for the loving
Death calls for the living
But I call for insanity.
Strip away the tainted
flesh,
exposed bones,
blood and death...
lay in a dilapidated coffin.
Bottles of empty liquor,
are what lead
to this beautiful
manic depressive
nightmare.
I'm a morbid little vixen,
who dreams of skeletons
fucking virgins...
this beautiful nightmare
this horrible dreamscape
It's in my head...
and I wish it never to go away.
Author notes
P o e t f o r m e r l y k n o w n a s
picked prompt quote
“I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.” - Edgar Allen Poe
with some from the work bank.
I have horrible writers block
I hope to fucking god this is under fifty lines cause I think I like this poem.
In a list
A contest entry
- Dark Muses and Prompts by Miss Macabre.
550 points, ended August 10, 5 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
writers block....bleh.
Comments
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I thought this was a wordbank at first, you used a lot of the words in your poem. And the quote, 'tis a good one.
Now, on to your poem.
The imagery, the tone, all are as dark and macabre as can be.
Oh I binge
on the dismemberment
of society.
I love that! That can say so much, depends on how you look at it.
Anyways, this is a great dark write, thanks for entering and best of luck.
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Oh I binge
on the dismemberment
of society.
Well, I love the phrase above and all the rest of the poem... Death to a world that takes away from the majority to give to the few... wonderfully stark, and piercing.
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Deliciously dark and morbid....mmmmmmmmmm....yummy....
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