Listen to the screams...
it fills the air like music
They try and change my mind
Trying to appease my hunger
As they grow louder my lust increases
A time for the tortured to become my toys
I laugh at her battered face...
as the child laughs at the clown
There is no tightrope of indesiscion
Just the strings I've wired you with
Dance for me my dead doll...
find joy in how you amuse me
Know that your life was cut short by my hands
But...
know I will enjoy our time together
For your demise is whats fuels my desires
A contest entry
- Calling all darkwriters.... by darkyinsoul.
1200 points, ended October 8, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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didnt know you
thought like a necro mate
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Dark and deep indeed!!
well done poet
thanks for entering
Darky
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goodness
Thats a pretty deep poem
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