Dark Death Poems and Poetry
Dark poems and poetry are poems which has some sort of dark elements to it.
It could be a poem about some horrific events, suffering, ghostly entities, death,
Halloween, horror etc. Reading these sorts of poems will leave you in a twisted,
disturbing and creepy state of mind. And for the lover of darkness that's where the fun is.
So go ahead and start reading these poems at your own pace.
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Death Poems and Poetry
Death poem and poetry is a part of Dark poems. It is so popular that we had to have a different sub category defined for it. As the name suggest, these are the poems which deals with death in their context. Please do not confuse these poems with sad poems. A death poem can of course be sad but all poems collected here are 'Dark' Death poems. It might be sad poems or might just not be. If you want to filter all of these poems in this section by 'Death' poems, the please click on the tag that says 'Death'.
Take my hand, Drips of tears. Lead me out of here. Fear, everywhere. Tears continue to pour. I start to fade away. What was once Bright, quickly turns Black. My heart? Beaten.Tags: Bye, Dead, Death, Suicide, Tears, Pain
Late at night I can feel the emptiness Close my eyes for a second, and there it is Slowly killing me on the inside It's everywhere; I can't hide I'm running from something invisible I tried to kill it but its invincible When its shadow claws reach out for me I cannot breath easily My silent screams Are worse than bad dreamsTags: Pain, Demon, Hurt, Alone, Lost, Darkness, Suffering, Tears
It first starts as a small cut, Or missing one meal. And who would notice? But then you find yourself tumbling, Tumbling down a rabbit hole with no way to stop, People ask you to 'quit it' but what do they know? It's not that easy. It's never been easy. Suddenly death seems like the easiest solution, But is it? Leaving one hell for another? Then it's all about whether you have the guts.Tags: Suicide, Death, Life, Hell, Cutting
Happy Halloween, to C.B. Hannegan's By Author Jack Sorenson The ghost in the garden, crept into, Cb’s one day They like what they saw, and smelled from the kitchen cooking, So they stayed for the night, on old Hollows eve Cracks twigs, as the ghost, treads no more further On the outside, in the cold, Lighted, by the full moon, now encased, by fantasy lightingTags: Ghost, Night, Dark, Moonlight, Alone, Darkness
Tear out my guts, Smash in my brain, Claw out my heart, But don't leave a stain. Break all my bones, Rip all my veins, Drink all my blood, Give me more pain. Slice me to shreds, Drown out my cries,Tags: Death, Blood, Pain
Death to me is all you see But what you don't is what I'll be When I was alive, I was depressed And now I'm dead, I feel refreshed I sliced my thigh until I bled Tears of joy is what I shed I put the rope around my throat Then I jump and there I goTags: Suicide, Death
The empty room is flooded with moonlight It's already way past midnight Your hands are shaking As your mask is slowly breaking A streak of liquid silver trails down your cheek Even if you tried you could not speak An icy breeze caresses your skin But you're numb; you can't feel a thing Give in to the pain...Tags: Pain, Numb, Suicide, Cutting, Blood, Self Harm, Lost, Alone, Death, Dark, Hell, Demonic
I didn't mean to kill her, I didn't mean to hate, Over come with rage, knife in my hand, I slit her throat, I watched her bleed, I didn't want to like it, I didn't want to love it, I meant to stop But it was too much fun, While she bled, I turned her over,Tags: Murder, Psychopath, Beauty
I may seem silent But inside I am screaming I may be violent But I call it dreaming You can think Whatever you want of me But there are these problems That you'll never begin to see You can laugh I won't cryTags: Pain, Sad, Dark, Death, Suicide, Dark Mind, Broken, Lost
Listen, have you heard something so satisfying? Oh how I love the dripping of crimson fluid; To witness, it is absolutely gratifying. How lovely to see you quiver in ecstasy, such a beautiful sight to see. Your tears of joy do nothing but warm my heart. Oh, how great is your desire to be torn apart? But I must not bore you with inadequacy, I must continue to feed your vanity. Shall I continue with another incision?Tags: Dark, Insanity, Torture, Graphic