And all we feared inside the night / shows true in morning's biased light.
Garth von BuchholzMots clés fear night dark-poetry von-buchholz
Do you remember the sight we saw, my soul,
that soft summer morning
round a turning in the path,
the disgusting carcass on a bed scattered with stones,
its legs in the air like a woman in need
burning its wedding poisons
like a fountain with its rhythmic sobs,
I could hear it clearly flowing with a long murmuring sound,
but I touch my body in vain to find the wound.
I am the vampire of my own heart,
one of the great outcasts condemned to eternal laughter
who can no longer smile.
Am I dead?
I must be dead.
Mots clés poetry murder death horror vampires dark-poetry primal-scene
I'll put my lips up to your gun and blow, just so you'll know I can be bold once I'm shining bright.
Casey Renee KiserMots clés dark-poetry gutter-kisses
The Thing Is
to love life, to love it even when you have no stomach for it and everything you've held dear crumbles like burnt paper in your hands, your throat filled with the slit of it. When grief sits with you, its tropical heat thickening the air, heavy as water more fit for gills than lungs; when grief weights you like your own flesh only more of it, an obesity of grief, you think , how can a body withstand this? Then you hold like life a face between your palms, a plain face, no charming smile, no violet eyes, and you say, yes, I will take you I will love you, again
Ellen Bass
Mots clés dark-poetry by-ellen-bass-mules-of-love
Darling, even raindrops try to wipe my teardrops but your thoughts haul out more tears from my liquid eyes and then teardrops replace raindrops...
Abhishek RathMots clés pain love sad dark-poetry
With a ring around the rosary
And a pocket full of crosses
Ashes to ashes
They'll all fall down
Mots clés poem horror monsters vampires supernatural vampire monster dark-poetry vampire-hunter dark-poem
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