Category Archives: Horror

Howdy, howdy. Got another hot off the cheffin’ table. This one’s about a feeling I got while my girlfriend and I were reading Catch-22. I hope everybody enjoys. Without further ado…

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Drumbeats in the Deep

Cerulean waves beat against the darkness

like drumbeats in the deep;

thump, thump, thump, thump

and emeralds shatter against the creep.

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That dreaded demon’s ghost

lies slumbering below,

cascading out across the coast

and laying simple places low.

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Crimson eyes

that pierce the veil,

like crimson lights

against the pale.

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Ancient columns sound the call,

a coronach that trills,

and fills,

the silence of it all.

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Beginning,

middle,

end,

is the man’s soul to bend?

Back on my bullshit, fellas. Another poem comin’ right back at ya from the depths of hell itself (or wherever). Hope you like this one about… hope you have a good time figuring that out. Without further ado…

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The Button

Rounded and red,

and still before me

does it lie,

mocking the eyes that set upon it,

and awaiting some foreign pressure atop it.

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To press gingerly,

or to smash violently;

results do tend

towards the same.

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Ill-begotten memories

in all their putrid rot

are driven from my thoughts

just as pretty little flowers

are broken in their pots.

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A thousand little things

that drove me

now a thousand little strings

that cut me

as I fall.

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Do I misuse the vile machine?

Do I…?

Do I call upon those eldritch powers

that allow me to forget?

To ease that final passing?

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It is one thing to make a deal with the Devil,

but this…

There will be nothing left.

Howdy, howdy! New poem for y’all today. It’s a little horror writing for your Tuesday morning. I was going to attempt to set the scene but honestly I’m pretty tired so instead I’m just gonna wish you the best. Enjoy this! Without further ado…

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Fratricide

Emblazoned upon his chest,

that mark,

that… brand.

A covenant with the dark

shall never let him rest.

Eyes shone like lanterns

in that infernal nest.

Still mapping the caverns,

he’s trying his best.

A voice that beckons

from the black…

Ready your weapons.

You’re under attack.

Sweet nothings then,

whispered in your ear.

Hairs on your neck then,

raised in quiet fear.

The monsters all but know you’re here.

A clash,

a spark,

a face?

One you recognize.

Sweat drips from your brow,

and blood from your breast

as claws sink in,

and give you no rest.

When at last you hear

one demonic screech,

through flashing sear

does your mind beseech

your legs to go

far away from here.

For in the flash you’ve seen

a thousand tiny hungry eyes,

and only now does it seem

that you are the prize.