Horror – Page 2 – Poems by Sam

Beneath the Water

Afternoon, everybody! I’ve got something special for you today after my month-long hiatus. I graduated too! Finished everything I had to and now I’m there. I appreciate everybody’s support on my way. Without further ado…

Beneath the Water

Tick, tock

On the clock…

There’s something in the water.

Do you see the ripple there?

The shadow before your stare?

Bubbles flit atop the pond

and find their place about a frond.

Troubles bared and troubles shared…

Can you spot a thing so flared?

The anticipation almost makes you scared.

Here abounds that thing unknown

that breathes the water

and remains unshown.

Beside that water do you totter.

Afeard and alone,

freezing to the bone.

You rang again.

A dial tone.

Infection, Terminal;

Good evening! I hope everybody is having a good night. I’m locked into a grueling reading session. One day I will be free of this accursed workload. I hope you all enjoy the visuals in this one; I’ve got a midterm for medical anthropology coming up. Without further ado…

Infection, Terminal;

Faded, faded, faded, faded,

all the words inside those pages,

all the words that make those phages

and stalk the boundaries of your ribcages.

There’s a virus,

there’s an infection

that hides inside your introspection.

When you look into the space behind your eyes

and see behind those billowing lies,

there inside you one little eye spies

all those old and forgotten ties.

It is multiplying.

There,

inside you.

You don’t even know it yet

but you feels the signs;

there’s a fever coming on.

Chills,

headache,

a burning sensation.

All the tell-tale signs of some evil dispensation.

It hurts and hurts,

oh god,

it burns.

My skin is on fire.

I can feel it melting,

sloughing off.

I never should have peeled back the lid.

There’s something wrong that I did.

Flatline

Good afternoon! Anybody like heartbreak? No? Shut up and read this poem! It really won’t help but I bet you’ll think twice next time about NOT reading my poems. Let me know what you think in the comments below and don’t forget you can put your email in to get reminders of when i post. Without further ado…

Flatline

It was always meant to be for you.

Those two little words,

I do.

I’d slip the band around your finger,

gingerly,

cautiously,

and there for a moment,

I’d linger.

In your eyes I saw a light.

You’d hear my voice

and see my face,

and they would only get so bright.

Beep, beep, beep, beep…

Only now, I see not light,

but a wight.

Your memory haunts and stalks

with skin as white as chalk.

Why would you condemn me to this?

To dream of you in all your grace

then wake to cold embrace?

I’d almost managed to forget.

You’re thinking of me?

When will you leave me be?

Sadistic Assemblage

Afternoon, everyone! I should be reading the hundreds of pages I must read for my classes right now but instead I have decided to bring to you a delightfully terrifying piece that I’ve just written. Call it a gift from me to you, my darling readers. I do so value your affections. Without further ado…

Sadistic Assemblage

My heart aches.

I am beckoned

by hands I do not know

into the dark again.

They,

and the appendages to which they are attached,

would seek to hold me,

to constrict me,

in their warm embrace.

These hands would not allow me peace.

To them it would some great affront,

some catastrophe,

were I to be released from this gentle bondage.

I struggle to understand the reasoning,

despite knowing the impetus.

Perhaps,

for some,

it is the torture they find appealing.

Beasts and sadists that lurk in the shadows,

why should they not let me be?

Am I so magnetic

as to attract their undying attentions?

“Leave me be!”,

I scream in vain to the shadow.

It only advances,

for I am trapped by its gaze

and now its embrace.

Muffled screams bring me to wake.

Darkest Demesne

Good morning! I hope you guys are ready for a steaming helping of cosmic horror because, boy, have I been cookin’! If you’ve ever enjoyed Lovecraft or you like that movie Annihilation with Natalie Portman, you’ll probably dig this one. Let me know in the comments what you think. Without further ado…

Darkest Demesne

Atop the mountain

lies a fortress.

Beneath the stones,

lies a fountain.

Unnatural and indecipherable,

the masonry tells

the story of a being

whose presence trails

the very last of the bells.

In the dark,

It comes;

My master.

To quell the living disease.

Upon that stroke of midnight,

I make haste to the gate.

I whisk past maze-like halls

and labyrinthine corridors

to the old and battered door,

covered by runes and chains,

behind which It slumbers.

As I venture deeper into the dungeons,

where no light penetrates,

I begin to hear the distant, disembodied, interminable screams

that haunt my every waking moment;

I come upon the fountain.

The waters glow faintly with a distinct sickly, violescent purple.

My head, again, starts to pound as I draw near,

the intricate designs of the stonework calling out to me,

reaching out, yet again.

A sacrifice must be made.

I draw the sacrificial blade

and move it gingerly to my shaking, outstretched palm.

I make a ragged cut.

As my blood drips into the fountain,

the wailing quiets for a moment.

I am knocked from my feet by a gust of wind that tears at my skin like sandpaper;

all the while, Its howls reverberating throughout these dark and desolate halls.

This formless, black mass, blacker than the dark that surrounds, alights and descends again upon the town below.

It hungers.

It feeds.

I envy them as I watch the color fade from their faces

and the blood drain from their veins into the pool before me,

its purple waters now flowing crimson before my eyes.

I fade in and out of consciousness and find myself again in my bed,

in my chambers.

My torturous servitude remains immutable.

I am bound to these old cobbled stones and dark, cobwebbed halls.

I was once the lord of this castle,

but in my hubris,

in my… ambition,

I called upon powers most foul.

I cannot remember the last time I saw the light.

Now…

My master.

It calls again.