I’m going to begin posting this poetry as Dark Prose, instead of as Dark Whispers. Its good to see it flowing in abundance, and most of our submissions are seemingly of this nature. The nature of the articles and how they are posted don’t always present them in the best way. I’ll be posting them as Dark Prose.. three at a time I think, depending on the length. In this edition, we have; Dark Desire by ArcAngel, The Thirst by CrypticGod444, and Misty and Fear by enchantressofthemoon. Enjoy! — Sire
Dark Desire by ArcAngel
can you feel it
can you see it
it controls me
how can you be so sure
the promise of dark desire calls out in the night
its claws digs deep into my soul
turn away ignore the urge
rips apart the only proove of life i have left
the last piece of me that isn’t lost into the darkness
the lust to give in is too much to ignore
never to be satisified
always to fall deeper and deeper into this relm . . .
all hope is lost but a new desire is born
my desire is you!
The Thrist by CrypticGod444
THE THIRST
Why must this happen
Voices screaming
Thirst rising
I drink water
Only to see that
The thirst increases
What is going on?
I hear many voices
I see many things
All of which
Drive away
My sanity
They won’t stop
They only increase
The blood drips
Freely now
Off the walls
Of my room
Garbled messages
No one else can hear them
But… I HEAR THEM
Telling me I don’t belong
And the thirst
The everlasting thirst
Rises once more
I want blood
PRETTY BLOOD
Blood tastes good
So very, very
Good
Nothing makes sense
Only the things
Written in blood
On the walls
Of my room
From the ceiling
Mommy and Daddy don’t see it
But I DO
I see the pretty blood
Dripping down the walls
Only
Parts stay
Clean, not covered in blood
Messages they are
Saying things
I do not know
They confuse me
But they compel
The thirst
For blood
For death
For SLAUGHTER
Almost the entire day now
Telling me
To kill
And slash
I see it in my head
My arms going up
Snapping necks
Guns are for the weak
They lack
The blood spray
All I want if for
These things
To leave my life
And get out
Of my infested soul
But I don’t know how
It’s stronger
Happening more often
I lay against the wall
Hands reach out
And grab me
I cannot sleep
With shut eyes
They will kill me
Even people who I’ve
Never heard of
They’re watching me
Waiting for the moment
When I’m not prepared
And then they’ll strike
And stop my life
But the demons
They don’t stop
THEY NEVER STOP
The pillow I lean against
It doesn’t feel
The picture of the
Howling wolf
Gnashes its jaws
It turns and looks at me
With red blood streaming
From its black and white
Portrait
I don’t know how it started
With little things I guess
Rejected in kindergarten
Increased rejection each year
Raped at five and ten
I first saw it
At age five
When I passed that
rapist
I could see
My arms
Go up
And beat him to death
But he still lives
Somewhere
I did not kill him
Then at school
>>>Why can I feel my heart beating in my leg? < <<
People make fun of me
For my clothes
They’re all going to die
And their blood
Will make rivers
As it flows out of
The school
I don’t want to stop
I want to kill
I want to see
Blood
Splatter
Off
Its host
All over the walls
And drip down
Maybe if they
Can see the blood
Dripping down the walls
They will hear the voices
Someone’s at my door
Scratching at it
And turning the handle
I open it
No one’s there
Someone’s in the attic
I can hear steps
And the creaking of
Boards
Coming up
From the ceiling of my room
The voices are getting louder
Im starting to see the blood
Drip down again
The dogs are barking
So loud
So painful
Telling me
To kill
Kill
Kill
Kill
KILL FOR DEMONS
NEED BLOOD FOR DEMONS
Maybe then they’ll shut up
I haven’t don’t
What they want
…Yet…
Myself is dying
Being replaced
By some other being
Is this your
Gods work?
I don’t know
The thirst is
Unbearable now
I need it
I hunger for the kill
Nothing happens
I do not move
Instead
I see myself
Knifing a man
To death
His slashed neck
Gushing blood
Hanging on
To his body
By a mear piece
Of flesh
His guts spilling
As I see myself slash them
Open wide demons
He falls to his knees
And I hack again
At his back
So much
So many
So little
Im so confused
Is this a dream?
My wrist is starting
To form a mouth
And devour my hand
What’s happening?
I’m so confused
Misty and Fear by enchantressofthemoon
Misty is a poem i wrote about the way i feel. sorry it doesnt rhyme.
Not quite dark,
Not quite light.
Where do i fit in?
Once a little catholic
believing whatever my parents said.
What happened to me?
Not what i was, unsure what i am.
not a satanist, or antisocial
but swinging between two extremes
Different from all
Walking my path gray as mist.
You can only understand the way i feel if you too walk the path of mist.
i also have a haiku
Fear
Does it come from the night
made of darkness, and shadows
or just shrouded truth?