Here are some poems of mine and some of my friends
The Darkness Deepens
Welcome to where time stands still
No one leaves this hellish place
And no one will
The moon is full, never seems to change
Just labeled mentally insane
Dream the same thing every night
Pain and torture is a fright
I see our freedom in my sight
No locked doors, no windows bared
No things to make my brain seemed scared
Sleep my friend and you will see
That dream is my reality
They keep me locked up in this hell
Can’t they see it’s why my brain says rage
Build my fear of what’s out there
And cannot breathe the open air
Whisper things into my head
Assuring me that I am deranged
They think our heads are in their hands
But violent use brings violent plans of destruction
by Horned
Home is...
Home...just another place of
Pain and torture. Only a
Place to sleep, until you
Move on. Think of all the bad things
That happens in your home that
Make you angry and frustrated.
Home is like a hotel, you come
Eat, sleep, and leave. Home is like a
Cell on rainy days, nothing to do but sit and stare.
Home is like hell, tormented by insanity,
In the every changing world inside your
Head...
by Horned
Past
missing moments
capture the day
understand my torment
peal the skin off my tormented soul
remove the garment
fold your wings
and rest your mind
condemnation is over
the lie is told
youth is fading
into the past
life istold
the truth is gone
by Horned
Numb
i feel, feel numb of all felling
dry, dry as a bone with no feeling in me
i feel like all the sins of the world
are all coming into me. i've been
drained of all life. and all that is
left is a limp corpse. nothing left
to do but rott.
i tried to tell them don't
go near hell but they didn't listen.
they were to hungry for adventure.
they got closer it crawled farther.
until they got to close.
it got them in the leg then the arm
then the neck. it was all over in a
few seconds.....then..........they
.........they were like me...................
by Horned
The Grim Reaper
The Day has come. The time of reckoning. Who will perish?
In dreaded hell and whose soul will be content within the
Pleasures of heaven? Looking coat the words spoken with a wicked
Tongue and looking past the evil deeds done within one's life. But instead
Looking into the conscious of man
What is the real evil that plague's mankind?
Who are the real demons that walk this earth? Is it those whose minds
Have become devious because of a lifetime spent inside of a caged hell,
Or is it those who invented this caged hell years ago and done nothing
To help destroy it yet? Who's guilty, Frankenstein or the doctor who
Created him? The sword, or the man who has stroke with it? Which is
The real evil, the man who kills another for food to or the man who does
Not share his food to avoid the killing? While you sit in judgement of a
Criminal, you may very well be the one who's guilty. Guilty of greed,
Deception, and hate.
Those who are rejected at the gates of heaven, shall be dragged off
Into the pits of hell. Viciously torn from this life by the non-living, the
Phantoms of the dead. These beasts take the form of a demented
Carnival, that of a wicked, dark, circus, led by one. One who was?
Created by your own evil ways. One who will judge your very fate?
The one knew only as...the Grim Reaper.
The only one that would dare do this. The only one that waits's for
You at the gates of heaven. The one who says if you can pass or
Be dragged away to the fiery depths of hell. Where you will be
Judged if you are worthy or not to enter peaceful heaven or
Evil hell. Where the Grim Reaper will torment you for all eternity.
If you chose to be wicked it will effect your afterlife. Just look
Into the mirror and determine if you would rather be in
The Reaper's hell or his heaven.
Once you've chosen your path you will serve your sins.
Everything you do will effect after a while. You wish
You could do it all over again but you can't. Your
Screwed with what you did and what you'll still do.
The Grim Reaper can be your best friend or your worst enemy.
It's all your choice of what you do. Chose wisely and pray,
That you won't get on The Grim Reaper's bad side.
The day has come when he'll decide Heaven or hell. Your
Choice; pick the way you want to go. If you decide you
To be the bad one and challenge Reaper go head
And try just another victim for Reaper.
You can't compete with him,
He's too powerful...
He's the Supreme Being, he's invincible. You can
Try but it's just a waste of time to try. You're just
Better off being sane through out your life.
Don't be racial to other people, because
In the afterlife it doesn't matter
What race you are but
What you did
In life...
Its
Useless to
Try to overcome
Him. As long as you
Don't get it evil during
Life you should be able to proceed to heaven.
Watch out for the flaming saber's and dodge
Duck the gunshots. Be sane and be happy
While you can. Duck and cover as the
Wicked clowns try to take your head off.
Just duck
And
Cover.
As the grim reaper comes to take your soul
You try and run but it is useless. The insanity
Just comes and haunts you until you stop,
Running. He's catching up to you, and all
You can do is think about being taken
Away to hell, and haunted for all
Eternity. Once he gets you and you still try
To run, all it takes is one stroke
Of his reaper and your going no matter what
You're going down to hell.
If you don't try to run he just might
Let you off the hook. But then again
He probably won't be nice to you.
Then again you still have to worry
About the wicked clowns coming in
And taking care of the job of taking your
Soul. They will not be nice like the Grim
Reaper. As you're running as well that the Grim Reaper is
Trying to catch up so is insanity.
And the worst thing that is you're biggest
Fear...is of course it's you.
Duck and dash into the bushes
And crawl in houses and wait
Till he passes and dash away
And continue to run.
He can hear the little
Pitter patter of your feet
So you dash through a yard
And jump a bush.
And you continue
The never ending
Insanity.
You can see the reflections of the moon
In his reaper, and hear him coming closer
Continuously. You can here his reaper
Scratching on the ground.
Everywhere I go the Grim
Reaper stays on me
Because your
Always
Leaving
Dead
Bodies.
He tries to stop you but you
Always resist the threat.
You guess it all started
When you killed your
First victim for
No reason.
And you cry.
Guess it all began when
The bullet finally struck.
And you walked away high
And said it must have been good luck.
I can hear a cold whisper in
My ever word and
It's telling me I'm dead, but I don't
Think so because I'm blinded by my
On fear. Maybe I'm dead?
Strange things have happened
Since this day accrued.
I'm feeling so stiff as I am
Walking out the house.
So tell me am I dead
My boys all stare at me
I wonder what they think
So tell me am I dead?
And I don't want to die.
My soul is so heavy it
Drags me to the floor.
I can hear these demon's
Knocking at the door.
They're laughing at
The dead.
Here it comes the midnight wagon.
It's the wicked clowns coming through.
Looking for the all the bodies to
Take away. Everybody gets a ride in
The ghost car, don't matter who
You are your going strait to hell.
And it isn't far Mr. Reaper.
You can sit up in the front
With the Grim Reaper,
And get your neck chopped off.
And your body gets dropped off,
In the gutter, and the wheels
Keep rolling. Throwing heads out the
Back. And you see the wagon coming trough
And you wait till it's your turn to ride
The wagon.
And the most important thing you remember is that
The only way to get out of
your own
Hell is
Insanity...
by Horned |