Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Dark / Horror Poetry

Invaded Dreams

 
And again this night he invades her dreams,
Nearly a week now and she knows not what it means.
A new town a new house, a new life, a life on her own,
But she would get used to it soon it would feel like home.
 
She fears sleep, she feared him she knew not why,
Only she did fear perhaps it was his hypnotic eyes.
The deepest brown but filled with such torment,
She could see it, she could feel the pain emit.
 
Hair the color of a raven's wings hanging loosely amid his back,
A silver sword held tight poised for defending an attack.
He was tall perhaps six foot three a little less maybe a little more,
Eyes searching always stopping as they reached the door.
 
Never once were words spoken between the two
It was as if he didn't know she was there or what to do.
He could not be real only a phantom from her mind,
Conjured by her loneliness she thought had been left behind.
 
She tossed and turned blankets twisted sheet hanging loose,
Unnoticed by him for still only his eyes moved.
Hiding in the farthest regions of her mind she peeked through,
Sweat glistened upon her body as she searched for clues.
 
What if it was help he needed? But what help was she?
Perhaps the attic held secrets; maybe it could provide the key.
She gritted her teeth and shut her eyes tighter against his pain,
Sharpened steel sword streaking through her brain.
 
A sleeping daze she rose slowly from her wrinkled bed,
Slow steps, no control as she walked the path of the undead.
No, wait she was not dead he could not take her again,
But try as she may there was no strength to fight this man.
 
So her walk continued through the lost pages of time,
Her basement had become a dungeon; of prisoners, there was no sign.
But the blood. Long since dried but the stench lingered on,
Echoing in the distance a heart-wrenching groan.
 
No one was there how could it really be so,
She did not want to walk it again, but his eyes made her go.
Looking she saw him held fast in a small cell.
Open cuts oozed blood a nightmare from hell.
 
A serrated gash split his head his blood soaked skull in view,
A jagged scar upon his cheekbone and tissue showing through.
His tortured body though not dead was almost lifeless
And his eyes dazed, color untold remained sightless.
 
The groan lingered as it had in each dream
Why then did he bring her for it was a repeated scene?
Eerie, so eerie this same dream each night,
Soon she would awaken to dawn's first light.
 
This she knew for it was always the same,
Her fear, her anger, his nightly game.
She thought she had found peace at last,
But no her dreams had led her to the past.
 
Part 2
 
A constant ring she shook herself it was the alarm clock,
She groaned aloud reaching for the cut off to make it stop.
Her arms stretched wide she so much wanted to sleep in,
Another dreary day she thought hearing the rain bombarding the tin.
 
Well the bills don't get paid if no work is done, and she rested her feet upon the floor,
She squinted her eyes, hmmm something I was supposed to be searching for.
Oh well, it will come to me, a cup of coffee to start the day.
Once she awoke to the light of day her dream would always fade.
 
Once in her car she turned the key, damn she cursed it wouldn't start,
She raised the hood and her motor was torn apart.
The battery was gone, and all the wiring hung loose,
Oh hell, she would be late now what was she to do?
 
She ran back into the house rain dripping from her, soaking the floor,
Startled she jumped for upstairs she heard the sound of a slamming door.
Terror struck her soul no one should be here for she lived all alone.
The bedroom window was open it had to be the wind and she reached for the phone.
 
Nothing left to do but call in to work let them know she would be late,
Perhaps she would stay out all together it was already a quarter past eight.
No dial tone, no static, no nothing perhaps it was the heavy rain,
She hung it up wiggled the cord and tried it once again.
 
Still nothing. Until the rain slacked there was nothing to be done,
Well, she could get out of her wet clothes. Going into the bathroom she searched for a towel but there was none.
Strange she thought should be towels in both bathrooms upstairs and down,
Something weird going on and her face marred with a frown.
 
A deafening scream shattered the early morning peace and her body shook,
She should call someone, damn no phone, so alone she was afraid to look.
The shattering of glass caught her attention and a woman's cry for help,
Oh, she had to get out of here but the door would not open. Oh, God footfalls on the steps.
 
She twisted and turned the doorknob but it would not release its tight hold
Stuck in this house with no one knew what and she shivered from fright as well as her wet clothes.
Over the house, she ran trying both windows and doors while upstairs a battle raged,
So still she stood as she watched her house begin to change.
 
 
Part 3
 
She was floating through the air so fast her head began to spin,
Her golden hair slapped her face mightily from the force of the winds.
She had no control to guide where this terrifying path led,
Faster and faster and faster she spun till all thoughts fled.
 
Her eyes held tight against the twisting, turning scenery,
But then the power of her ride took her will to see.
Hours and hours passed before her journey was complete,
And she landed none to gently on her feet.
 
She swayed this way and that trying to recapture some stability.
Many voices echoed through her brain as she escaped reality.
She opened her eyes with a moment's hesitation,
And a spine-chilling scream escaped as she viewed her destination.
 
In a corner was an oak dresser with broken glass reeking of gin,
The liquid pooling upon the top then trickling over the end.
Shards of glass upon the floor from a broken vase,
Upon the bed lay a woman blood covering her whole face.
 
Slashes in between her eyes her right cheek cut to the bone,
And over and over from her bloody lips came an agonizing moan.
She tried so hard to move her right arm but it hung limply,
She slowly turned her head and she had no eyes the sockets empty.
 
Her right leg was severed from her body and her heart lay bare,
God help me leave this nightmare I have to get out of there.
The moan continued over and over but until he let her she could not go,
And she began to shiver her skin pale as deaths cold.
 
Tears flowed she covered her face with her hands and she fell to her knees,
What do you want from me? Tell me, tell me, please.
A lone tear escaped his eyes and he shook his head,
His eyes disappeared met with an eerie quietness and she knew the woman was dead.
 
 
Part 4
 
Turning over in bed she felt the hot sun shining through the window,
Oh damn, she must have hit the snooze, ten after ten the clock showed.
No time for a shower. She brushed her teeth and her air and rushed for her car.
It was a good thing she didn't have to go to far
 
The air-conditioned building felt good after the heat from outside,
Okay, what excuse could she give for being late? Well, it would have to be a good lie.
Her boss hated the old sleeping through the alarm excuse; it didn't matter if you did,
Thomas Masters met her at the elevator, Hey where ya been, kid?
 
They had been friends since they had met two years past,
In fact, he had helped her land this job so fast.
He had been here for about six years never missed a day,
Oh, shoot Thomas I had a nightmare and I slept late.
 
That doesn't work with me and sure as hell don't work with the boss,
He's ready to fire your ass, but then that's your loss.
Oh, Thomas really. He might write me up, but I don't think he'll fire me,
Cara, you have been out three days and never even called in just wait and see.
 
But Thomas I haven't been out at all and I'm only two ours late,
She gasped in shock as she noticed a calendar on Tammy's desk with the date.
She had lost two days somewhere along the line,
Damn what had happened to those two days from her life?
 
Well Thomas was right she got fired and did not even know why,
After arriving home she lay on her bed and began to cry.
Was she going insane? What was the matter with her?
Oh God, the last two days were such a blur.
 
 
Part 5
 
Not again, no please no. She no longer cried but could still hear a soft cry,
But no they weren't her tears this she knew and from her emerged a ragged sigh.
Why did this have to happen to her? She should run now before he came,
Just escape from this house before she became completely insane
 
She rose from the bed her mind made. She was leaving this place, NOW.
There was no time to pack. Nothing was worth her sanity. She would get by somehow.
Taking the steps two at a time, escape, escape, escape, was all she could think,
Nothing could stop her tormented cry as the floor turned to blood and she began to sink.
 
The more she thrashed about the farther underneath she was drug,
It seized her tightly, choking, suffocating, and inhaling the rotted blood.
Her mouth and nostrils filled with the crimson liquid and each time it took her breath.
She was drowning, and she could no longer fight her impending death.
 
There he be, me laddies, get him, get him, we canna let him escape,
Blood everywhere. At least ten men swords drawn a battle cry raged.
She was in the midst of a small village a thick fog easing in from the sea,
They were dashing towards her, she could reach out to touch them, but they were only spirits,
She did not see the small rowboat being propelled out to sea but she could hear it.
 
She spun like a top and the scenery began to change. A small hut, the oak dresser with spilled gin,
Oh God no, please no, but she knew. It was time to relive it all over again.
Lying on the bed just as before, the blood, the sightless eye sockets, the rancid smell,
I want to wake up, please let me wake; I can no longer take this life in hell.
 
A soft whisper from a time so long ago surrounded her drawing her near,
A man's voice, passionate in his plea, a heavy accent spoken in her ear.
His words continuous as if he was really trying to make her believe,
Aye milady until you help me this locality you shall never leave.
 
You are much needed here though my words you do not take note of,
I need you to put to rest the soul of myself and my ladylove.
I beseech you, his voice echoed from a distant time slowly fading please help me
You are the one, the only one that can bring our soul's peace.
 
Part 6
 
She really thought about seeing a shrink concerning these nightmares,
Her reality had merged with bloody phantoms drawing her into their lairs.
Moving away from her childhood home thinking them at an end
But no they had resurfaced here more vivid in the messages they sent.
 
Was she really confined to the inside of her house not able to leave?
Even as she turned the knob on the door she knew she hadn't been deceived.
How could this be real? No escape, no way out, no, no don't let me panic now,
If I do he will come again, he knows when I fear yes he knows, somehow, somehow.
 
So what now does he have in store to play his tricks with my mind?
I have the key he says. But it's something I have to find.
And just who does he think he is anyway scaring the hell out of me,
Calm down, calm down, she told herself counting to ten trying to breathe.
 
But too late, he knew. He had felt her anger, the rage inside, the pain,
Yes he had felt them for wasn't he feeling the same.
Though he was no longer among the living he was destined to remain in his cell
Only his eyes saw all, knew all, he had brought her down several times brought her to hell.
 
Forever and ever and ever fate had placed him in the world below
Holding him so tightly refusing to release his soul
And his ladylove? What of her? An eternity of lying there, sightless, heartless?
Am I really being selfish? No, no, I really do not think I am being selfish
 
Damn, why would she not go to the attic? A week past he had given the clue
And still she would not go; she had not taken the hint what a fool.
She could have made it easier on herself but now it will be done the hard way,
Well, milady prepare yourself, things might get rough, For Storm O'Malley has come to play.
 
She felt his eyes upon her. He had heard her words; he had felt her rage and this she knew,
And in return, he took her from her world and placed her in his and she knew not what to do.
He thrived on her terror; blood lust seemed to drive him on,
Oh God, pull me back, pull me back please, but too late she realized she was alone.
 
Part 7
 
It was cold here, so very cold. A dampness surrounded streaming from the caverns walls,
Rubbing her arms frantically against the chill she heard a thunderous explosion and rocks began to fall.
Huge boulders rolling the path she had taken, nearer they came, and she ran and ran and ran,
On and on and on, finally finding a place to jump from the path, but she did not land.
 
Instead, she descended into a world unknown, spinning round and round,
She could hear screams, so many louder and louder echoing from the ground.
Yes thank you thank you she silently whispered for she knew land was close,
But as she hit she decided this should not have been the path she chose.
 
Undead. A shuffling walk as they drag their feet across the sands of time,
Walking, forever old searching for any substance they could find.
They preyed on each other for until now there was no human flesh here,
Hundreds of sightless eyes turned towards her their walk similar as they drew near.
 
She could hear the screams again, screams filled with terror, screams filled with pain,
They were her own, as she fought skeletal fingers; their agonizing moans filled her brain.
But why? Usually in her dreams though terrifying she never really got hurt,
A splintered bone left a big gash on her leg, finally, overpowering her she realized it was real she was being torn apart.
 
And she fought. The only girl amongst five brothers she had been taught well,
But what good would her knowledge be against these occupants of hell?
Ouch she screamed, as her hair was pulled so hard she felt her scalp pop,
Blood oozed from a deep gash upon her neck as well as the rest of her flesh then they stopped.
 
As before they walked their shuffling walk across the sands of time
Nothing misplaced, nothing different similar steps, walking blind.
But her blood was real and she had lost so much, too much,
She fought it, she really did, but she could not hang on. A feather? No, it was his light touch.
 
 
Part 8
 
She was floating Silken wings towards the starlit sky,
Seeing but then perhaps only an illusion as she rode with the fireflies.
Wings of gold shadowed through bodies so transparent,
Even a slight touch to their wings could tear it.
 
But should they feel harm from anyone in this place,
No, it was so peaceful here, so beautiful so safe.
Amazing; the brightest colors of the rainbows hue,
The clouds so translucent she floated on through.
 
And floated and floated releasing her mind of all thoughts,
Lying somewhere in between a daze and the peaceful sleep she sought.
Enveloped in clouds, no sound, quite so quite,
Relaxing in her temporary respite.
 
Was it hours or only minutes in the passage of time?
Before she felt his pain run through, ahhhhhh, she screamed feeling the jagged edged knife.
His eyes pulled her through the clouds aimless path,
Twisting and turning, spinning lightning fast.
 
The halt was abrupt and she felt herself plummeting towards the ground,
Head first and her terror spread, try as she might she could not turn around.
So fast her heartbeat the veins could not keep up with blood's flow,
And a savage wind captured her inside holding tight from its blow.
 
She could not scream in fact her very breath came in gasps,
Neither unaware nor caring anymore how quickly time had elapsed.
Round and round and round like a child's spinning top,
Praying over and over that her newest nightmare would stop.
 
And it did. Straight up in mid air her harrowing journey ceased,
Taking several breaths of air and enjoying the release.
Looking upon a cloud blood covered trail,
He would be at the end this she knew, she felt his pain, and yes she could tell.
 
His eyes pulled her across the void reaching his final destination,
Sitting in his cell, hands covering his face, and she felt this weird sensation.
Something was not quite right he looked the same as the first time, almost,
 
© Cynthia Fender Clark
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

RELIGION ANGEL LUCIFER

 
Building beautiful castle
Writing wonderful epistle
Preaching amazing peace
Teaching confusing piece,
Singing melodiously to God
Living harmoniously to sword
Praying earnestly for doom
Hoping entirely for gloom,
Working assiduously on blood
Sweeping men like flood,
The book of quiver
The litany of fever,
Religion, angel Lucifer.
 
Unkind to mankind
Ugly like a bully
Hater and cheater
Blindness for godliness
Wayward and untoward
Deceiver and betrayer,
Wicked and crooked
Protester and waster
Heartless and meaningless
Rebel and Babel
Killer and destroyer
Harmful and lustful
Religion, angel Lucifer.
 
Chained, a slave
Cuffed, a suspect
Locked, a prisoner
Bound, a captive
Stranded, a stranger
Hopeless and helpless
Wreckless and restless
Confused and conquered
Wondering and wandering
Guilty and unpretty,
Hunted and haunted
Taunted and tormented
Weird and absurd
Religion, angel Lucifer.
 
© Ngozi Olivia Osuoha
 
 

Lithium Barbie Doll

 
She's a razor sharp dish
Wrapped in a kiss
Everything appears so fine
Won't be long
Before you see something wrong
Those voices in her head at night
 
She'll lead you in
To her den of sin
Steal your soul for the night
Better buckle your belt
Cuz it's one helluva Roller coaster ride
Wild eyes, a mile per minute
You love me you hate me c'Mon
Which is it?
Didn't know what I was getting when I took her home
A Lithium Barbie Doll of my very own,
 
Percocet princess so sweet to see
Dr. Jekyll & Ms. Hyde
Bellevue beauty queen
Never know who she'll be tonight
 
Wild eyes a mile per minute
You love me, you hate me
Now tell me what is it?
Had no idea when I brought her home
I had a Lithium Barbie to call my own
 
© Jason Cueto
 

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