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(poetic)
“I believe them bones are me
Some say we’re born into the grave”
Flooring my car, I down another shot of whiskey,
So what if there’s nothing left of me to save?

“I feel so alone, gonna end up a
Big ole pile a them bones”

Smiling at thoughts of my dead memory,
I speed down to deaths sanctuary.
Soon I’ll be flying with the angels on high,
When I become a burning cloud of smoke across the sky.

“Dust rise right on over my time
Empty fossil of the new scene”

Ha! Nothing in my life will change,
So I speed up and sing with Alice In Chains.
“Toll due bad dream come true
I lie dead gone under red sky”

“I feel so alone, gonna end up a
Big ole pile a them…”

“I feel so alone, gonna end up a
Big ole pile a them…”

“I feel so alone, gonna end up a
Big ole pile a them bones”….

~Duke Steel
“Them Bones” ~Alice In Chains

Who rides across the dusky plain
Tearing along wirh might and main
Like some wild storm-fiend, in his flight
Nursed on the ebony breast of Night?
‘Tis he, who left her in her need–
Her lover, on his milk-white steed !

The blast in all its savage force
Strives to o’erthrow the gallant horse
That snorts defiance to his foe
And struggles onward. See! below
The causeway, ‘long the river-side
A thousand flutt’ring flamelets glide!

Now they approach, and now recede,
Still followed by the panting steed;
He nears the ruined cross! A crash,
A piteous cry, a heavy splash,
And in the rocky river-bed
Rider and horse lie crushed and dead.

Then form those dismal depths arise
Blaspheming yells and strident cries
Re-echoing through the murky air.
And, like a serpent form it’s lair,
Brandishing high a blood-stained glaive
The Vampyre rises from his grave!

from the Roumanian of Vasilia Alecsandri

Though the night is black and cold
Love’s ond story, pften told,
Float’s in whispers thorugh the air.
Stalwart youth and maiden fair
Seal sweet vows of ardent passion
With thier lips, in lover’s fashion.

Restless, pale, a shape I see
Hov’ring nigh; what may it be?
‘Tis a charger; white as snow,
Pacing slowly to and fro
Like a sentry. As he turns
Haughtily the sward he spurns.

“Leave me not, beloved, to-night!
Stay with me till morning’s light!”
Weeping, thus besought the maid;
“Love, my soul is sore afraid!
Brave not the dread Vampyre’s power,
Mightiest at this mystic hour!”

Not a word he spake, but prest
The sobbing maiden to his breast;
Kissed her lips and cheeks and sighs;
Waved his hand, with a gesture gay;]
Mounted–smiled–and rode away.

from the Roumanian of Vasile Alecsandri

i am a sad girl yearning for something more
i wonder when this cruel world will forgive me for my sins
i hear my thoughts turn into insanity
i see nothing but myself being tortured
i want this feeling of dread to leave me
i am a sad girl yearning for something more…

i pretend sometimes that i will someday grow happy
i feel as if i am dead inside
i touch ur face and wish that you could heal me
i worry that this maze of hurt and fear will never end
i cry because i have nothing
i am a sad girl yearning for something more…

i understand that this game i play is life
i say that time will go by and so will the pain
i dream of a world that will accept me
i try so hard to run away
i am a sad girl yearning for something more…

Near the cliff’s edge, on high
Standing out against the sky,
Dost thou see a ruined cross
Weatherstained, o’ergrown be moss,
Gloomy, desolate, forsaken,
By unnumbered tempests shaken?

Not a blade of grass grows nigh it,
Not a peasant lingers by it.
E’en the sombre bird of night
Shuns it in her darksome flight,
Startled by the piteous groan
That arises from the stone.

All around, on starless nights,
Myriad hosts of livid lights
Flicker fretfully, revealing
At its foot a phantom, kneeling
Whilst it jabbers dismal plaints,
Cursing God and all the saints.

Tardy travellers, beware
Of that spectre gibbering there;
Close your eyes, and urge your steed
To the utmost of his speed;—
For beneath that cross, I ween,
Lies a Vmapyre’s corpse obscene!

—–pt 1 from the Roumanian of Vasile Alecsandri

You were my “seventh grade crush”. I never dreamed that things would get this intense between us. We spoke for days, and finally decided to meet. I arrive at your house, not ready to commit to anything that I don’t want to do - yet I do. You lead me inside and hold me close, lead me up the stairs to your bed where we lay down and talk. Apparently, you have everything planned - you stand up and light the candles at the foot of your bed, and then lay back down next to me. Just having your arms around me is enough for me; but you want more - you always seem to want more from me. You lay me down on your black sheets, moving ever so gently - removing every item of clothing from each of our bodies until we lay naked, pressing our bodies against each other. I’m petrified; I’ve never actually gone this far with a guy before, yet you continue on. I’m petrified (I’m not ready to have kids) “Trust me”, you say. (I’ll be letting everyone dear around me down if anything does happen to me) “Trust me”, you say. So I trust you and try to let you inside - but you can’t get in. So I leave, we talk again, and I return once more; but this time only to cuddle and talk. But once again, you want more; and once again, I give in and once again, you cannot get inside. You’re upset, but I’m glad. (I wasn’t ready). I have plans and goals, and they do not include “excess baggage”. I wuv you dearie (but I wasn’t ready). You continue to thank me, although I do not know what for. We smile, hug and kiss, and I leave - all the while thinking, “I wasn’t ready - I’m not ready”, and I smile to myself knowing that there is still a chance for me to fulfill my dreams and follow through on everyone of my goals without any worries - because I wasn’t ready.

I sit alone at night waiting, hoping, praying for the strength to press harder and end all the suffer and torment in my mind.
If only he hadn’t taken my innocence
If only I had tried to push him away he wouldn’t have raped my body, my mind, my soul.
Now I sit alone and empty
No-one to love
No-one to listen
No-one to save me
Save me from myself.
My nature is destruction
Destruction of myself and anything good or happy around me I pray for some-one to save me but the only person who can do that is me

Pattern’s repeated through time.
Every morning I wake up
As I lay there I wish I hadn’t
One question bore’s in my thoughts…
How can anyone help me if the only the peace I’ll ever know lies in death?
The death of destroyer or my own.
In a world where death happens all the time it’s always directed at the innocent. A child dies. A child who is innocent. Or a child who was innocent until corrupted by time, circumstance or evil.
The nature of humans is to destroy.
Destroy the world so we can travel. Destroy each other so we can excel. Destroy because we know nothing else. Destroy ourselves so we can finally be free.

Born into shackles and chains of torment and suffering.
Few leave the plain of the living without some shame or deceit pulling us down into the depths of Hell. A Hell we created for ourselves.
We create icons to pass the blame onto.
We created the Devil to blame for the pain, suffering and anger we hold.
We created a God in which to place our hope. Hope for happiness and peace.
The things that are so fragile in life, so complicated to sustain. Yet they are the things that are easy to falsely replicate.

Hope is our main weakness. To place hope in life especially in other people will be the fall of all human kind.
Place hope only in a swift and peaceful death and to be taken to a place where you can be alone, safe and alone to live how you want and to believe what you want.
The destruction of yourself lies only within yourself and what you let into your life.
Solitude is the only sanctuary from the ‘Devils’ work.
After all that has been said why is it I don’t want to be saved?

satanz_kindred

I lay down
I seek away out
I serch for endless days and endless nights
Trying to find the truth but all i find is lies and more lies
Deep down inside i know the only way out
I take my Knife
I wach as my blood flows from the cuts
I drifft away into the darkness of my mind
For in the end we are all equal we all die

I see red
I hear my heart thud
I feel as if i am sliping away from life
My eyes close
Don’t bother to save me
I don’t want to live anymore
Just let me go
My will to live has been broken
My heart stops
I open my eyes
I look down at my body
Don’t bother to bring me back
you never cared before why should you start now

Making everyone know there’s hope-
Just by looking at you-
Your long snout and cold,wet nose-
The way you look at me with your eyes and stare-
I can always find hope in myself because of you-
Your white and black fur is so soft-
Making you look more then who you are-
But I know underneath it all-
You’re the most harmless thing-
The way you sleep by puting your gentle head under my chin-
Words can not really describe the way I feel for -
My dearest Olive.

You look in the mirror,
Seeing what you’ve feared,

Seeing what you’ve become,
A liar,
A backstabber,
A fake,

The face in the mirror
Laughing at you,

Mocks you,
Eats at your pain,

And you feed it,
Every day,

You fake every thing you are,
And it gets stronger,

Soon you’ll forget who you really are,
Lost in the lies,

The stories you’ve spread,
The people you’ve hurt,

You’ll be the lie,
And soon,

You’ll forget,
The mirror has won your soul,

The mirror is now you,
And you think every thing is fine,

You live this life,
Until you’ll start faking this self,

And you may remember,
The first person,

The one you really are,
But you’ll never be them again,

The mirror has all ready won,
And you’re nothing but a fake.

The past is, Indistruactable,
The future is, unreliable,
The present is, consequensel,

The past,
Haunting me,
Killing me,
Reminding me,
Of past deeds done,
I’d like to stab myself,
50 times,
for every person ive hurt,
for ever soul ive crushed,
for every heart ive broken,

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Humble and held together
By rotting breaking strings
Nothing on the mind
But hate and broken dreams

What once was but a splinter
Has now become a tree
Sticking in the mind
What no one cares to see

I stand alone on a beach
With angry tides and benchful sands
Blood running down my arm
Past the wrist and off the hand

What once was can never be
Of this I am dead sure
Her goddess green eyes,her milk white skins
Her beautiful silkin curves

Never to be,Never to me
I am to fade away
Held together by silence
Buried by mud and clay

Vengance

Accused of a crime he didn’t commit,
thus thrown a fate he couldn’t prevent;
As they close the gate to my cell,
it feels like the vile pits of HELL.
As i lay here in my cell with nothing but my dreams,
i hear nothing but the guards,
and the other prisoners screams.
A dragons freedom is my only goal,
within my heart is a Dragons Soul.

i saw it there in his thoughts
he was on the edge of demise
but yet i hesitated to pull him back
to pull him towards me
for i was there beside him
i already knew he was forever mine

still i delighted in his suffering
the silver lining of the cloud
that was our nightmare

his pure white skin
long black hair
crimson tears
razor cold touch
i loved every one of the tears he shed

through his pain i found security
in what we had to do
our dream of eternity could not
be fulfilled in the
fault that was that world

- no -

our love was stronger than that
stronger than life

he was my poison
my addiction
my everything

life would tear us apart;
it was inevitable
the only way i could keep him
was in death

sweet release
the beginning of the end

he looked at me
with demonic zeal in his eyes
i could tell he was ready to end the suffering

he held me tight as the world went dark…
as the warming rush of toxic devotion
took over our existance…

…as our souls were bound forever in the death
that is our eternity…

alone in my thoughts
in darkness i hide
in this chaos of life
angel suicide

surrounded by all
but near not to one
i can’t let them in
i trust only none

i drive myself dead
just the voices an i
im tired of life
crimson’s a high

the voices, they tell me
everyone’s fake
their time is now up
their lives i now take

the end is so near
i’ll take every soul
there’s no turning back
their lives i now hold

it’s killing time now
how great it will feel
i’ll show them my pain
now surprisingly real

their terrified screams
thier blood comes undone
i’ll take every life
…leaving just one…

but the pain is still here
i’ve got to take mine
i’ll end my life now
and in ecstacy die

passion overflows the soul
and enters places most surreal
fantasies materialize
so done with sweet demonic zeal
the world’s consumed by endless night
but through a light is seen
their souls redeemed - a dream-like state -
saved by love’s eternity

in the misdt of loving death
the warmth of such re’surring breath
the end it seems
the only way
for our two souls
forever stay
in satan’s romance; razor blades
blood’s eternal - never fades
like demon dreams of red romance
our souls now there:
the killing dance

renouncing my faith in my useless talents,
strange demented dark heartache and violent,
the sound of your voice was like poison to me,
only a lock to my hart and you’ve stolen the key,
i wonder if you’ll denie that you where the reason,
or if you’ll say sorry like sorrys in season,
but you’re never wrong. you’re all ways right,
i wonder if you’ll miss me on cold october nights,
maybe in years in the dicgionary there will be.
lissted under pain…hurt, heartache,..then me

A poem about a very cliche type suicide…first “decent” poem I’ve wrote in a good while…I guess.

Her black eyeliner ran down her face
As she cried tears of infinite disgrace
Her pale white skin turn cold
As she made the very last fold
To the note she will leave behind
There’s nothing more for her to find
Nothing to help ease her pain
On the carpet a huge red stain
From the blood pumping out her opened vein
Not one friend to her name
She bears witness to all her shame
Why’s her life even worth living
When all it ever seems to be doing is ending
As her cold body slumps to the floor
Her soul already knows what’s in store
Her note soaked with blood and cannot be read
Her last words are now dripping with red
Speeding up the end of her life
This is her just and final sacrifice

renouncing my faith in my useless talents,
strange demented dark heartache and violent,
the sound of your voice was like poison to me,
only a knif to my wrists and now i sease to be,
i wonder if you’ll denie that you where the reason,
or if you’ll say sorry like sorrys in season,
but you’re never wrong. you’re all ways right,
i wonder if you’ll miss me on a cold winter’s night,
maybe in years in the dicgionary there will be.
lissted under pain…hurt. heartache. then me

The tender sole I once knew was dead,
Now in its place is a cold hard stone of remembrance over the mangled body of my beloved.
No one knew what it felt like to have his cold hard fingers wrap around your body,
But now I feel nothing, I feel as cold and as dark as the throbbing black heart within.
He has now become a living breathing corps,
Ripe with the scent of the underworld.
For reality is coiled between the veins of his twisted mind.
Once he was mine, a kind, caring, loving sole,
But now that the darkness has taken him, he is banished to the depths of his own blood.
Never to rise from the pits of Hell, but to live off of the life of others.
A life of eternal condemnation.
The weak withered sole cries out into the night’s sky, unable to escape from fear that has taken over and reared its ugly head.
Captured and alone it too dies, and now there is nothing left of my beloved but a rotting love deep within an echo of a hollow heart.
The rain comes down, falling like teardrops, hoping to ease my pain.
I lay down next to my beloved to be joined together in the afterlife, never to love again.
I shed a single tear in remembrance of the man I once called, beloved.

while tha sun hasnt come tha nite stands still… no movement on the ground nothings lookin good, when will it all end and have long lasting friends how come this hasnt happend to him…. wonder what to do i draw a blank fall to the ground and sink

watchin death at a slow steady beat as it comes to u … ready ta hurt u wit a threat knowin ur lovin it..

to the worst mom and daddy,
when you read this i’ll be dead,, resting on my final bed. i dont have the words and i cant explain, all my life i’ve felt this pain. my existance twisted and full of tears, you’d see my reasons, if you had fears. i’ve lost control,but this i know, its over now, its time to go. you’ll say you miss me cause i am not there , but when i was you didnt care. now dont cry, we all know you go to hell when you lie.

Right now I can not sleep,
Having a feel for night crawling,
Does that make me vampiric?

Right now I want to spend the night with lust in my mind.
Wanting to creep…..
Creep…..
Creep down to a beautiful woman’s neck and kiss her gently.
Having her to clench me like a victim dying in a murderer’s arms.
Does that make me vampiric?

Right now I want that woman to submit to my decedent wishes:
And having my same intentions of what we feel,
Cloaked with Lady Midnight’s sheet of protection.
Does that make me vampiric?

Right now I want to have some quarreling schumck;
To get violent with me and my love.
So I have an excuse to……..
CUT OUT HIS NECK AND TORN IT INSIDE OUT
AND DRINK HIS FUCKING BLOOD FOR MY PRIMAL, ANARCHIC
GLUTTONESS THIRST.
AND MAKE HIM AN EXAMPLE OF ANYBODY…..
ANYBODY, WHO WOULD STEP IN SOMEONE’S PRIVACY.

GOT THAT MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!!!!

But seriously…..
Does that make vampiric?
If so…would you like to PROVE ME WRONG!?!
If not, I am going to bed early.

Good morning to you all.

every night my knife’s in my fist
when i bleed it moves to my wrist
every night i try and try
thinking maybe i will die
i always stop because im afraid
to see the blood soaked on my blade
nobody suspects me of doing this
because i seem like a joyful bliss
but im nothing of the sort
every night in my fort
it has become a beautiful sight
now its time i say…goodnight

I’m looking out the door sperating u from me.
I know what u want i want it too.
i’m addicted i cant stop. ishouldn’t have to but i think i should. b cuz i don’t want to get pregnate, we dont use a condom any more. i’m begining to think you don’t even care if u get me pregnate. BUT I DO CARE. theres not enough money for an abortion. No way in HELL would i keep it. My mom doesn’t even know that i’m having sex.for all she knows i’m still her little girl.Well ma, i’m not.Mabye i am too young to be having sex mabye not.Is 13 too young? My friend Holly says yes and no.i dunno. i don’t wanna stop cuz it feels soo good. but i must. so i’ll try, try to refrain myself from doing it anymore, G’bye.

I sit and write think what to say,
they tell me “you should live day by day.”
but its not easy, with all this shit i got goin on in my life
i hold in my hand my kitchen knife.
my razor blade is better, leaving a distiant but noticable scar,
i don’t value my life not the least bit not by far.
i dont value my life no, not like i should,
i take chances dont learn from my mistakes,you say youd love me only if u could.
although u say u do, i know its not true.
its just alie told,now i say it to you.
but i did mean it,now,i dont.
i’m tryin not to love you i can’t iwon’t.
cuz evry time i say yes, i’m just settin my heart up.
you said your sorry,you didn’t know u hurt me this bad, just leave me alone shut the fuck up.
i dont want to hear it any more.
get out of my head, i dont want u any more.
get out of my face,
get off my case.
ahh, i’m alone at last.
no your back! i said get away before i kick your fuckin ass!

Something must be wrong with me
with all this hurt inside
always bursting with anger
and never any pride.

Something must be wrong with me
if all I do is cry
I can’t stop this pain
all I want to do is die.

Something must be wrong with me
if my emotions run wild
all this confusion does
is makes me feel like a lost child.

Somthing must be wrong with me
with all these horrible things
always there and haunting
depression is what it brings.

Something must be wrong with me
if I can’t stop these thoughts
all this pain does
is turn my stomach in knots.

Something must be truely wrong with me
when I think there is only one way out
“Let this pain end,”
is all my heart and soul will shout!