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You bite, suck hard, and taste
Not a drop do you waste.
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Walking across,
The broken shards of my life,
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Following the trail,
As you tread through the snow,
by Demonic Beauty
27 lines, 3 comments,
on Aug 2 6:16 AM. In Love, Pain, Personal, Hate, Self, Teen issues, Horror, Dark, Death, Weird
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Waiting on the inside, Just screaming to get out.
The painful tears, the angry shouts.
by Demonic Beauty
23 lines, 6 comments,
on Aug 1 2:11 PM. In Dark, Pain, Spiritual, Weird, Personal, Sad, Hate, Angry, Horror
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It started out like a good time "one of those nights" as well,
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A five part series merged into one. Long, graphic and obscene.
by MysticEnchantress
476 lines, 4 comments,
on Jul 29 2:10 PM. In Dark, Abuse, Horror, Pain, Stalker, Murder, Mutilate, Gore, Fantasy
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Sitting in this room
Nothing but a pipe.
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One summer night, we took a dare.
Having some fun and a good scare.
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Hoping someone would hear
I shouted HELP!
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Five friends set out on a journey
One looking for his brother
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by Synthetic-Nightmare
180 lines, 20 comments,
on Jul 16 10:14 PM. In ADULT, erotica, murder, serial killer, DARK, thoughts, weird, gore, horror, pain, twisted
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As the light of day descends,
My only hope is lost
by TyrannyForestFairy
40 lines, 16 comments,
on Jul 14 10:50 AM. In Contest, Dark, Fantasy, Sad, Spiritual, Weird, Abuse, Death, Horror, Metaphor
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Unfortunately long, quite graphic, I'd appreciate the read and will return all favours.
by MysticEnchantress
218 lines, 6 comments,
on Jul 11 5:26 AM. In Contest, Dark, Horror, Gore, Macabre, Evil, Sad, Sick, Psycho
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Eggs and flour
sugar and butter
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She sat there in loneliness waiting for the clock to strike twelve
Sick and tired of everything going on in her world
by TyrannyForestFairy
26 lines, 16 comments,
on Jul 9 9:18 AM. In Contest, Dark, Death, Sad, Abuse, Teen issues, Horror, Cannibalism, Murder
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this is a song not a poem
i know all of u probly know the song "patty cake Patty cake"
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He has a spacific type
That you would least expect
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welcome to the house of horrors
welcome to the house of blood
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The reality is that my window is open,
and I'm alone.
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tonight we're going do the dance
of death feel the wind on your
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feel dead surrounding you
dead cold hands on you
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deep in back of the woods
is something no ones ever
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The sun was almost setting as Hope hurried down the trail.
As she ran toward her home, she knew that she would fail
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