Hanging from the tattered rope
Her slender neck all pitted and bruised
She swings with melodic motion
Tick tock goes the clock.
This dark barn with battered beam
Old in its years
Silently cries..
This my playground of lustful fornication.
In darkness my soul spews its messhianic message of death and decay.
Tick tock on goes the clock.
I dwell in darkest night of sweeping nightmares
Where black horses snort fire from their nostrils..
Prowling hounds with eyes of red fire their howl pierces the night with sublime cruelty.
My pleasure knows no bounds
I dwell in my own hell..
And Lucifer dance for me of never ending agony.
Look into her wide eyes pierced open with hazel sticks
Oh the screams as they protruded through fleshy lids
An oppulance of pain.. Too beautiful for any mortal ear.
Look deep into my soul you pitiful wrench and unearth if you can
my mortality.
Tick tock goes the clock..
Time again with slithers of glass I trace your face in artistic flow
Marking with utmost precision my masterpiece
It was your incessant prayers to an unyeilding God
Needle and string
Each hole a smack in His face..
Each stitch to watch Him squirm.
Chaos is God..
Tremble before me and scream my name...
I feel her twitch and writhe
Taking her from behind I make her mine
And she will serve me well my hanging bride..
A contest entry
- CONTEST: HIDEOUS ADULT HORROR & BLOODTHIRSTY BONE-CRUSHING EROTIC TERROR (No one aged under 20) by Count Orlok.
350 points, ended November 2, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Quite a lot of typos and other errors. Let me know if you correct them and then I will be able to read your piece. In the meantime, please accept my apologies for the delay in judging this contest but I am recovering from having been crucified by some amateur vampire-hunters.
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What a poem!
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Damn
well well i see my latest poem has helped you wite a bit with you writing cause damn this is far beyond even a great poet like me can achieve i love this the way it flows is boundless and i enjoy your use of writhe i love the meaning of that word makes me feel almost happy the words u use to decribe such a horrific scene is masterful well done
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