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To Thou We WalkTrembled cauldrons of the bloodied, we speak to you from our banished homes, a night of falls and journeys strikes you; to you we walk, for we are drones.

Cloaked heavily in our guidance, dark, we travel forth to claim your eyes, an eve without rest bestows our shivers; quiet your mouth, we know of your lies.

Twice past the Mountain of Desert's Clearings, once towards but last into the mud, our journey nears, but far we remain; towards the end of daylight we witness blood.

Organs of the betrayed weaklings, they tumble down with gallons of red, a mighty waterfall of death runs by us; mixed in between, a child's head.

Into your palace we st
He Who Stole From UsDespair of a nightfall shattered by silver, through oceans we rise of bloodied hands, moans of the dead whisk mortally past us; time has our clearing, let us reclaim the lands.

Stolen from us the grounds which thrived, the grasses blackened with a wisp of plaster, the eves which were have frozen without us; 'tis all the works of another master.

Nights without darkness have plagued our beings, drowned in our wills beneath the lead, revenge shall curse him with a jolt of nightmares; a demon of somber shall reclaim his head.

To him we glare with a simple reason, the moonlight hazel fairs our skin and eyes, this childish mortal has begun to ru
Already out of TimeTick tock tick tock,
Says the black clock,
As I sit in the red chair,
At the dawn of yet another year,
Writing a letter via the ink of a pen,
My withered fingers delay,
Because the sharpness of my mind,
Has grown blunt with decay,
I look at the paper,
But I cannot read the words,
I put on my glasses,
And realize that I can no longer,
Tell the difference between adjectives and adverbs,
As I stare at the page,
I wonder why my thoughts,
Have grown muddled with age,
Instead of clear,
Like the accurate reflections of a sage,
Tick tock tick,
Says the black clock,
As I perfect the red words on the letter,
Trying to make it better,
With these clunk
Elflike BeggarChildren birds ready to mock the one casted and shun away, such fluttery beings ready to denounce

One living in the state in between, a starving elflike beggar never given food and thrown away amongst

Those of the depression, now understanding the meaning of pouty tears, for one knows no other celled

Remedy, while endlessly sitting on the corner of deadened hope and dark novelty, for there is nowhere

Else to hide, not strong enough to make up a painted world full of reclaimed beauty, for wounds have

Already began to decay and erode upon the child’s sickened mind, whose thoughts are now birthed

With no more sanity or redeemed purit
Deadly VictimShadow driven she reeks of old blood and dust
Dried up dreams that scorched and turned to rust
Dark eyes glow with a demonic thirst to slake
Believing her still human is a very grave mistake
Daughter of countless nightmares consumed
Skin deep beauty shelters the covered wound
Slinking the dark corridors in a predatory pace
This darkling demon with a glowing angelic face
A victim of madness grown into an awesome force
Of rage and hatred with absolutely no remorse
Born of the most demented abuse and insane desire
Now darker than even her tormentors tried to inspire
Oliver (2p!England) Poem
A creature running through the night
Retrieving ingredients for his delicious sweets
Slice your throat, cupcakes with poison
He’s always making his yummy treats

Victim upon victim
He’s always there
Watching them suffer
Oh look, he’s here

Better watch out
For here he comes
Knife in hand, cupcake in another

Step by step
A lot to fear
Stopping, inches away
Cupcake, dear~?
Malformed ResonanceMy soul vibrates in sympathetic resonance with the echoes bellowing before me, as they sing with red

Sly tongues entwined together and hum to the beat of my famished heart, howling loudly they squander

With white painted faces and dark black ink blots smeared onto these weakened portrait vessels, they

Fixate the mind as they circle around in a precarious motion, frozen in depth they stomp and swallow

Up the air with the dust on earthen ground, such a sight elegantly blinds the pastel eyes of those

Watching, dismounting upon somber pride while eliminating all dreamlike imagination….
Promise of the SuccubusI’m the type of demon,
That despises torture,
Because I cherish bliss,
The type that seeks not to stab,
Your heart with a knife,
But to wound it with a kiss,
Trust your lust,
Come forward into the shelter of my wings,
So that I may subject your body,
To marvelous things,
Give your soul to me,
And I promise to give it pure ecstasy,
My mind knows naught the meaning,
Of the unsavory word agony,
I am a demon that prefers to lick,
Instead of bite,
Come forward,
Let your flesh and spirit tingle with delight….
InsanityI gaze upon the moon,
Her ruby red essence,
Glowing,
Even in the darkest of skies.
Always alone,
Always isolated,
Yet never, giving up.
I gaze upon the moon,
Crying,
Twin rivers of red,
Flowing down my cheeks,
And into the reflection,
Of Goddess's solemn beauty.
I reach with hands,
Stained in blood,
Wanting, to touch her beauty.
But once I reach her,
She disappears,
And leaves me,
In forever torment.
I bow my head,
And more tears come.
My clothes,
Stained in red.
I wish upon the moon,
My Goddess of Souls,
And hope, for happiness.
I stand,
And gaze upon the room.
My cage of imrisonment,
No more.
With cold, emothionless eyes,
I look upon my canvas.
Bodies, scattered.
Blood splattered.
Screams, my symphony.
Face drenched in red,
Eyes glowing of Ruby.
I drown in darkness,
My mind, vanishing.
Insanity,
Encompassing my soul.
That GirlIts not tight enough
This noose around my neck
So pull the rope tighter
Until there's no room left

The crypt isn't cold enough
For my dead body
So let the fires blaze
And warm up this funeral party

All my blood was drained
And my guts were pulled inside out
The doctor held the scalpel
But had no clue what he was talking about

They said it would be okay
Just to take my medicine
All would be fine and dandy
But losers never win

So I fell from the chair
Toward shards of the broken mirror
To an empty future
That was cut, drowned and speared

And people wonder what happened
To the girl in the window
The one who never moved
The girl that no one
Alien BeastA brand new world to dark to see,
A world of souless apathy.
Its core corrupt and sky so black,
Wildlife it seems to lack.
Down in the gray volcanic crust,
Lay a dormant beast of lust.
A lust for ruin,
A lust for war,
A lust for death and nothing more.
ClaustrophobicClaustrophobic

I have been locked in this dark room
I am scared of confined spaces
I am claustrophobic
I can feel the fear grow
My heart is pumping fast
I think I may pass out
The hands are reaching out to strangle me
They have me by the throat
I cannot breathe
The room is turning black
I have passed out
I slowly pass away
And finally I am dead
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Knife

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Glinting, Flashing
Then it's gone,
Your life spills
Out onto the ground
The blade is sharp
It pierces deep
A hand from nowhere
Reaches down
Grabs your dog tags
And is gone
Your vision fades
Your heart does still
Respawn on teammate,
Bunker, or the hill?
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This just randomly struck me. Obviously it's about knifing in BF3.
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~Silverdestructor Sep 28, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Never played BF3, but I like it.
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~ahandgesture Sep 28, 2012  Student General Artist
Thanks! :3
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~Rhumar Sep 27, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
FFFFF 415 views? jeez. lol :D
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~ahandgesture Sep 27, 2012  Student General Artist
:P People just recognize real skill and talent when they see it. XD
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