DamnDarkPoetry

Hell is everywhere. Here – in this shackled restroom It seems closer than ever. The orange exit plate is laughing at me. There. 1000 demons. I know I’ve only got one. Water on my face. Mirror. You’re dead. They just don’t know. Look at your arm. Holes. Stitches won’t keep you together. Me – million holes and a body on top of them. Beautiful. Whatever. I don’t care. There’s enough schnapps in my blood To keep me from thinking. In the hallway: Someone’s talking like a harpy. girls nowadays are living on the edge of everything Maniaclike giggling as if someone’s burning. Lady’s re

A lake lays peaceful and calm, water still and quiet Snow peaked mountains guard the lake, their rocky bluffs preventing storms and strong winds from disturbing its placid surface Swaths of vivid green cover the feet of the mountains, drinking in happily the cool waters they ringed A single house could be seen on the edge of the body of liquid, a single fingerprint of man amongst pristine nature A wooden pier extends out from the man-made structure, dipping its wooden beams into the cold waters, connecting natural and not A single human, feminine in nature, walks alone on slightly rotted timbers, ignoring the creaks and groans her weight insp

Four walls... Between four walls you tried to keep me I was never allowed to be free. You knew it wasn't how it's supposed to be You made me so miserable, why can't you see? Where I seek peace, you find a fight, You push me away in the dark of the night.. Every morning I'm looking for the light, And every night I use my tears to write... Why didn't you kill me when you had the chance? In non-existence I would love to dance, To be in a permanent, peaceful trance You had no right to take away that chance! Death is a reunion with a close friend. I can't try any more in the world to blend, I can't afford any more feelings to spend, All I wi

I am nothing but a puppet, A thing that you control. A simple wooden toy, I do not have a soul. I am nothing but a puppet, Someone to do your bidding. Your demands from my body, Relentless, unforgiving. I am nothing but a puppet, Your fingers pull my strings. They pull in all directions, Twisting, tangling. I am nothing but a puppet, My strings down by my sides, Trailing closely right behind me, My eternally bounding ties.

'Twas the night before Christmas, And all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. Though silent the house was, one sound could be heard. Sleeping Jack's heart beating, like a humming bird. Excitement in his eyes, presents in his dreams. But in a far off place, full of plots and schemes... A hooded figure red, he stumbled through the snow. All the birds did scatter, except one lowly crow. The little bird he wore, a festive Santa hat, Then ran off into darkness, followed by a cat. The cat was small and thin, eyes as dark as a mace, A jagged scar did run, right down its demon face. It hissed and spat and cl