Last Encounter

  Cold obsidian night. Your pupils are enlarged. Are you all right? Our paths today have matched. I will be sweet for you. I will be bitter, my dear. You will experience something new. You will feel fear very clear… Red blood will drip on the grass. You will moan, you will gasp. I will

Cassandra’s Ashes

  The sorcerer took one final look at the ingredients in the black pot in front of him. He only doubted himself for a moment before turning to stare at the corpse of his lover lying naked on the sofa behind him. His main specialty was necromancy. It was a gift he had never felt

Betrayal

  I returned home in darkness My long journey behind me Home at last Cold and dusty from the road I found my home dark Void of the love I longed for A cold welcome upon early arrival Yet a light burned in my loves window Silently I ascended To the abode of my darling Reveling

Dead Eyes

Her eyes were beautiful The color of fine jade Deep and translucent Her skin so soft and white Her hair the color of fire Her voice like sweet music From the first time I saw her I knew I must have her So perfect in every way she was She walked alone, in the dark

Laura L. Zimmerman: How I Became a Zombie Cheerleader

I think I might be dead. Of course my mom would say I’m silly. She’d assume my complaints were over a boy or cheerleading or something trivial. And sad part is, I can’t even tell her she’s wrong. Because I don’t know what’s wrong. Not exactly. All I do know is that I haven’t had

Past Me

Kiss me one last time, as I throw you in the pit, where you’ll rot like the rest. Only in my mind will you be like you were – pretty and sweet, with a smile so wicked, you broke hearts with a look, but you came to the wrong place. You made the wrong man bend,

Damned

  Her dark soul did depart. Climbing toward heaven it tumbled and fell and quietly arrived in a town called hell. And their flesh is burning, and the dead keep dying, pleading for an end, but Lucifer is lying. Wretched faces embedded upon spikes of old. Their wicked past, to the highest bidder sold. Weeping

Demon Eyes

Window to abyss Visions of depravity, Blinding evilness. (Karina Pinella) You cannot see me. Burning perpetual stare. I don’t need to blink. (FlyTrapMan) Look into my soul. See the dark; it fills a hole. Emptiness that’s full. (Poet Rummager) Adjust my glasses and really see the true you. Easy with no skin. (Words and Feathers) Visions

Submit

  My frail mind, lost in a thought, of something else, somewhere other than here, not this darkness, not soaked in your blood, a time where you smiled, when you saw me, how we craved each other, setting our sins ablaze, burning the world together, but then you changed, you became someone else, and it

The Emerald Star

When it first appeared like a bright star, its origin unknown, we wondered at its beauty like an emerald dazzling through the weeks and months. The star became larger, brighter. After a time outshining the moon. The star, although mesmerizing in its emerald green beauty, was sinister in its purpose. Humanity upon the realization, exploded