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.
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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 dreams
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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.
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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 lighting
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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,
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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 go
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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,
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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...
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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 cry
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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?
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