Horror – Page 2 – Poems by Sam

The Devil Comes to Take Us All

Howdy, everybody! I’ve got something new for you guys today. Hope you like it. Without further ado…

The Devil Comes to Take Us All

Bludgeoned by a trembling hand,

one might be seen by a terrifying man,

a man who plays about the land

getting on and on without a tan.

He’ll ride the six in two different cities

taking great pride in gross salacities

on his way to desolate things once pretty.

Down the coast in an ancient Plymouth

with skin that looks of chalky bismuth,

he’ll call upon the evil things within us.

Where he goes, follows the rot

and all those dark little thoughts

that dot your mind like a pox

that’s just escaped Pandora’s box.

When you alone hear the crow’s caw,

careful now,

you’ll be frozen in awe

when the Devil comes to take us all.

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

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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.