Dark Poetry

Time Of Death

A metaphor

Thirty-seven hours drifted calmly into thirty-eight.
A tranquil setting of the shiny hot…

Lovely Departure

Dark prose of love and death

It Comes

A dark acrostic poem

Fiddling with the receiver, but only static is buzzing on the screen. 
Endlessly…

Darkness in Sin…

I have realised that I am comfortable in my sin.

Crucible of Filth

A poem of sociopathic masochism

Blisters of the soul

Mutated spirit, mutilated mind

Each motion into the pit digs your heels further within the murky layers of blissful denial.

Behold the Empty

Laid bare for the last prevail, mere mortals trek with exuberant care
Gnashing fangs and glimmering blood paint the tip of every inhuman tongue
Ghastly smoke swirls in familiar arrays of phobias long forgotten
Every single piece of your humanity is a weapon
Every action you take is a needle in your…