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Recreate and ControlFormaldehyde bracelets twined bitterly with dusted cuffs of expected rust; a must to overprotect the masses, for their minds contain our very lust.

Twice paid the price our souls have completed, to deplete the credentials from exterior's precision; it maintains the strength we have always needed, one to eliminate the wisdom's decision.

To the highest of clouds we stray near subduction, our rays of lied blindness obscure those in the plains; factories of children lay wasted in grounds, here shall begin our wretched games.

Birthed before us the acquainted fallen, risen now are the mindless dead; our slaves have at last clearly awakened, let

CannibalWhat a taste which has scarred the very life out of me, and I cannot seem to get such a taste out of my

Mouth, mushing such hymns only to buzz out and roll back and forth over my tongue, for I am deathly

Frightened my mind has swept into the bitter delusion of darkness, and has made my flesh have the

Urge to seek pleasure, which I so do not wish to conquer, I am hungry for the chase such ones should

Hurry and stab out the light, for I am ready to taste the blood and let it run down my chin, cease for your

Life, for I cannot seem to hold this grudge any longer, so please forgive me when I bulge and rip through

Your skin, for it is not wh

Death's HandsGo ahead and peel back my skin, so you can see the pain I have for so long enclosed trickle down from

My veins, here I lie with such agonizing symptoms, how maddening it is to see me this way, so go ahead

And build me a bed in the earth, while doing so cover me up with the dark earthen grain, I am merely

Paralyzed and here I remain as my blood sinks deep down into the roots, making the earth feel numb,

I am blessed with death’s hands, as it takes and devours me with no mercy intact, but how long can you

Remain with such a secret, without festering thoughts beginning to go about around your mind, making

You tower over with guilt&he

Death WalkEyes closed you can still feel the night
Darkness embraces this loss of sight
Listen quite closely and you shall find
There is no such thing as silence of mind
Thoughts wailing in a scream and roll
Shrieking banshees twirling out of control
Overwhelmed these sounds tear within thee
Eyes sewn shut by fright and no longer see
Lost within this seemingly timeless breath
The path we walk is the path of death

L'Ankou des pluies

La Mort va, la nuit,
Par les chemins creux,
Trempés de pluie,
Nourrir de vie
Le froid appétit
De sa lame.

House Of The DamnedHouse Of The Damned

The ghost felt forgotten in the house of the damned
Since his wife and child had died in a car crash
The madness and depression had set in
He spent night after night in his office
Listening to the voices in his head
And writing in his journal
Short stories, poems and observations
He thought he had an unique talent
A modern day Edgar Allan Poe
After his death he hoped he would be famous
He sent his poetry to publishers
But always got a negative response
The alcohol helped ease the pain
Dampened down the negative thoughts
One night everything fell apart
He played a piece of sad classical music
He took a few pills and some r

The girl in the pondIt was a warm summer night when I found her.
Her dress was white with yellow sunflowers,
and her auburn hair was spread out around her pale face.

It looked like an ever changing halo
moving gently in a soft breeze.

She had lost a shoe

Like Cinderella

Her deep, blue eyes stared into heaven
and the freckles of her skin drew constellations
against the pale background to mirror the stars above.

Fish gently nibbled at her fingers and nestled in her hair
paying no heed to her ruby lips which her last breath had left open
almost like an invitation.

I looked at her
fascinated

I loved her...

Thinking it was the least I could do
now that she ha

Ode to the SirenShe calls to me with song and my strong heart melts,
Like iron cast into the forge,
Enthralled by her beauty I come forward,
Even though I know,
That she only seeks to gorge,
Upon my flesh,
Staring up into her eyes,
I know that smarter guys would despise,
My utter weakness to her spell,
Gnawing my neck down to the bone,
I know that she will drag me into the depths Hell,
But it is as if my legs are cast in stone,
I do not flee even though I see,
Imminent doom approaching,
As the reapers come for me,
Isn’t it tragic,
How I have fallen victim to her magic?
----Engraved into the walls of a vacant ship docked
within the harbor of Port

No One Can Hear You ScreamSilence prevails,
an endless, comfortless silence,
which is worse than death,
because you remain conscious
of how utterly alone you are.

All dreams are nightmares
that come without sleep
when you never know if you
are awake.

Time is without meaning,
and you begin to wonder
if you still have any existence,
even madness dare not tread here,
but instead something worse,
and yet unnamable, unknowable,
the utter loss of self.

Denied even the mercy
of waiting upon death,
when you cannot even be certain
of what life is any longer.

How easily the mind turns against you,
begins to consume itself,
and you can no longer trust your own thoughts,

MirrorTake one look at yourself,
"What are you?"

The figure remains motionless,
Clear orbs glaring icy daggers,
Mouth curving into a twisted snarl,
Hands finally moving at lightning speed,
Palms colliding with the fragile barrier.

"What are you!?"

A jagged smirk is painted on the figure,
Laughter resonates from within,
Sick and disturbing and wicked,
Fear begins to invade your mind,
As your body trembles along with it.

The glass is cracking,
Shiny shards scatter across the floor,
Crimson liquid oozes out,
Soaking into everything.

"Stop it! That’s enough!"

'Only you can stop it,
But will you?'

The sealed room continues to fill,
With no

~Death Poem"One Moon, Many Stars
One Murderer, Many Deaths
If You Wake Up With This Text,
You Will Be The Next"

Catching death of coldIt’s cold, COLD, there’s frost and icicles at me bones
Feeling cold, COLD, I stand and face the chill alone
No sun, no moon, no stars, nothing to tell me what time it is
Oh it’s cold, it’s COLD, and now my mind’s all gone to frizz

With the arctic at my backdoor, and winter at me front
The frost and chill be prowling, I can feel it on the hunt
Icy vines they creeping up my arms, tiny tendrils they unfurl
Feeling cold, COLD, winter’s dominating my world.

Jack Frost has come to take me, he’s broken into my home
Sees my heart be icy cold, yet warm blood beneath my bones
His winter’s all about me,

The Mask of FreedomCreepy voices sprung from the dark side of Lucy's room
Oversized masks on faces appeared from the emptiness

Join us...Its time for you to be relieved from your pain..

Morning came, and Lucy awoke from her frightening dream
Every night, Lucy dreamt of the masked man and his army of masks

Just like the night before, Lucy cried to sleep
One day she woke up to the sound of her mother screaming, another fight...
In the end she stopped caring, yet she kept crying
Not that she blames herself, but she wants things things back to what they used to be...

Things were always bad, you were just too blind. Join us..

The tears stopped and one day, the

This is my designWeapon of choice...
heart
victim to bare
myself
I open up my chest
and pull out the organ
display for all to see.
bruised and battered
I want it to be touched.
Slowly I die
but wearing a crooked smile
I'm fine.
It's there for one to take
to accept even as it decays
This is my design.

MonstersVampires have no hearts,
But zombies have no brains;
One to love, one to plot without pain.
Ghosts have no bodies,
But werewolves have two;
Both can haunt by the silver moon.
Experiments with patched together souls,
But two in one body don't make one whole.
Mad scientists they truly are.
All with something lost, and some with too much gained,
With no peace in Death
they hath lain.

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To look at you like this.
You're in a tube.
How could you enjoy this?

Your skin peels and burns.
I see you scratch and rub your skin.
Your many stitches used to bother you.
How could you be so calm about it?

You've got me and Daddy working hard.
And your "doctor" busy, too.
I admire her, actually.
Dedicating her life to make sure you are fine.

I remember the days before you died, still.
Do you remember them?
Do you remember when we would run, play
and sing?
Sister does, but she is disgusted with your new
bodies.

What is it like to have two bodies?
Is it fun? Is it hard? Is it miserable?
How

Hidden LoverHow is it that you know all about me?
I've never seen you before.

You almost know more than I know myself.
You know my likes and dislikes,
My family members' names,
My friends' names.

I don't know how you know me.
I've never been on TV.
I'm not very popular at school.
And I don't have many friends.

You say, "Your walk is as majestic as a stallion".
You say, "The wind brushes your silky, dark hair".
You say, "My heart yearns for only you".
You say, "You are the one I want".

You say, "I've seen and spoken to your friends.
They aren't half as pretty as you."
You say, "I'd like to take you home with me".
You say, "You deserve a

Deja VuWhat is this feeling?
Why do I feel so shy
around you?
I want to talk to you,
But I don't know what to say.

Every time I glance at you,
I see you looking at me.
What does that mean?
Do you like me?

I hate to admit it,
But I think I like you.
How could I let this happen?
I swore I wouldn't fall in love.

What happened to my promise?
What happened to being free?
I feel as though I can't do anything
when I know you're watching me.

I want to know your secrets.
I want to know the truth.
I want to know if you love me.
Do you? Because I love you.

OC Meme long1. Name: Wrath

2. Age: Really old, but looks like a young adult/teenager

3. Gender: Female

4. How tall is s/he? About 5' 11"

5. Describe their eyes: Usually black; hair bangs always in front of eyes; glow red when "possessed"

6. Sexuality: Straight

7. Race/Species: Soul/Follower

8. Siblings? Nope

9. Lover(s)? She's a soul, she doesn't love and cannot be loved

10. Any talents or abilities, even if these are included in your canon (i.e. they can fly, but they live with angels, so everyone can fly)? She can fly (all souls can)

11. Any talents and abilities that are unusual in their canon (i.e. a psychic human in real life)? She can sho

Chapter X Preview Wrath grabbed the horrified officer's chin and the top of his head. She tilted his head and licked her lips. "What are you doing?" Michael Edwards asked, trying to escape Wrath's strong grip. "Shh…," Wrath said, placing her index finger on her lips. "Calm down. Here's the deal; through your eyes, I can see all that has happened throughout your life. I know you don't think that you deserve to die, but I think that it's time for you to repay for your sins. You don't need to waste Satan's time in Hell, so I'll keep your soul for myself. I will consume your soul through your mouth. You will fall to the ground, cold, pale, and dead.

Vincent and EdwardVincent and Edward are brothers,
Brothers who always bicker.
Vincent wishes to be Edward
And Edward wishes to be Vincent.

How can the two quarrel so much?
Nobody quite knows.
Everyday, every hour,
The two brothers must argue.

Vincent loves Edward's sophistication
And Edward loves Vincent's elegance.
Can't they both just get along?
No, not quite, my dear.

Vincent must hide his admiration for Edward behind silence.
Edward must hide his admiration for Vincent behind his anger.
The two never forgive each other,
Or even look each other in the eye.

I do wish they would speak kind words to each other,
How great that would be!
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Hello Mother, Hello Father

by ~kyriewolfluver212, Aug 7, 2010, 9:59:57 PM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

Hello, Father.
Are you happy to see me?
I've been fine.
My wardrobe stays the same, just this orange suit with my bracelets and chains.
My room's not any different, either.
It's empty. There's only a metal bed, sink, and toilet.

How was your day?
I guess they all seem the same from where you are.
Seeing the same sights everyday.
How's Mother?

Mother? There you are, Mother.
Right next to Father, just like I saw you last.
You seem upset. Why?
Are the men behind me bothering you?
Do you not like your neighbors?
What is wrong, Mother?

You say that you cannot forgive me?
You say that you shouldn't have to be here?
You say that you would have treated me better?
Both of you tell the same lies.

I felt on that day more furious than ever.
And I remembered where Father's gun was.
I was just wanting to see how you would like it,
Being hurt and abused all the time.

I think I won.

If only we would have had more time to play, Mother and Father.
I miss you.
My friends back there aren't as fun.
They underestimate me.
They call me weak and harmless.
But I am the exact opposite.

You agree, don't you?

Well, it's time for me to go.
The men back there are telling me to say goodbye.
Your gravestones look nice.
I'll bring more roses next time, Mother.

By the way-

I'm sorry I had to put a bullet through your head,
But I feel much better now.
Maybe next time I'll put a bullet through my own head.
Just to please you.

Hello Mother, Hello Fatherby ~kyriewolfluver212

Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

I've had this idea in my head for about a week and a half.

It's so demented.

It's about this girl who was abused by her parents. She killed her parents at age 12 and is now serving a life sentence in prison. She is absolutely insane and has murdered other people in prison. People constantly have to watch her and make sure she won't harm anyone.

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~kermie4201 Sep 11, 2010

Wow, I wasnt expcting that ending. Great write, I love how you set everything up, the mystery behind the men standing behind the child, concealing the actual deaths of the parents, jut epic.

~kyriewolfluver212 Sep 11, 2010 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you so much for the comment. It makes me feel good about my writing.

I'm glad that you enjoyed the poem that much. I have heard suggestions from other deviants saying that I should revisit this in about a month or so and continue it.

Again, thank you so much for the comment. It means a lot to me.

~kermie4201 Sep 12, 2010

I dont feel any need for a continuance, but hey, whatever suits the muse. And please, thank you.

~kyriewolfluver212 Sep 12, 2010 Hobbyist General Artist

Okay, thanks for the input, haha.

~Rokkii Aug 7, 2010

Wow! Ooooh! That's soooo creepy!!! And that it's about a true person! Jeeeez! It's pretty well written! But maybe if you left it a month or so and came back! It could be WOW!!!!!!! Breathtaking, heartstopping, insane!
But it's still good!

No worries!

~kyriewolfluver212 Aug 7, 2010 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you so much for the great comment! I finding good people out here!

I didn't write about a particular girl, but I do believe that there have been murder cases where children have killed their parents. Even adults.

Thank you soooo much for the compliments. I love hearing positive feedback on my creations!

I tried to make her seem as insane as I could. I imagined her as a young child- 11 or 12- and she acts younger. But I also pictured her kind of bipolar. She's the type that could be happily dancing and singing nursery rhymes, then the next second she's out there killing her grandparents (I don't know LOL).

And again, thanks!

~Rokkii Aug 7, 2010

Haha, wow! That is so amazingly creepy!!!!!!!!!!! It's great!

Good job!

~kyriewolfluver212 Aug 7, 2010 Hobbyist General Artist

Thanks!

By the way, I love your gallery! Keep up the great work! The photography is beautiful!

~Rokkii Aug 8, 2010

Thank you so much!

That means a lot to me!!!

~kyriewolfluver212 Aug 9, 2010 Hobbyist General Artist

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