These are some of my dark poems based around suicide, death, love, abuse, and other dark scary things! Please feel free to read!
A Doll with Sad Eyes!
Limp and broken limbs,
sitting in the corner of the crib...
A baby doll stares into the abyss,
with eyes clouded in mist and hatrid.
A dark desire from a long lost past,
Of a terrible crime that has been cast.
A little girl with curls and a soft smile,
beating down by someone so guile.
The punishment was lent...
and the girl cried in grievance.
As her doll watched in her little crib,
of crime that was being spent!
The little girl cried and cried,
grabbed her doll and placed her by her side.
The doll looked at her owner and felt remorse,
for she did nothing, but stare at the most!
The girl is long grown up and misunderstood...
and no longer remembers her childhood.
She still has the doll with sad looking eyes,
that will remember forever that one horrible night!
Cutting my wrists with a razor so dull and rusty,
the smell so enticing and musty
The blood flows down my arm,
I don't even care if I am doing myself harm!
The darkness around me and all my evil thoughts
that my tormented heart has bought,
of flesh, blood, and rot!
The true side of suicidal thought!
The blood so red and hot is spilling out,
I smile wanting to laugh out loud!
I watch the pool of red grow all around me,
I don't even care that I am dying!
My eyes are bleeding tears of blood,
of hatred and not of love!
Everything I see turns red,
a sign that means I soon be dead!
Now my corpse lies on the floor,
with a puddle of blood flowing out my door.
I look down and see upon my face,
a smile not of pleasure, but a frown of disgrace!
A Lovely Haunting!
I feel the frozen wood of my coffin,
creak and crack under the weight of earth.
My frozen limbs reach out towards the sun,
yearning for the one that I loved.
I lie dead and still in my pain in misery...
Remembering what my love did to me.
That dark frozen night, when my blood will spill.
For the murderous one that I love still.
Although I am dead...
I still feel a haunting dread.
A memory of blood...
and all that I have lost.
I smile trying to remember my late love's name,
the one that had torn my heart out all bloody and maimed.
I rise out of my coffin, in that dark frozen night with a scythe...
Waiting for a time just right to end that fool's life!
I found my love crying in despair over what he had done,
So found it in myself to give him one more shot under the sun.
I made a deal that I will not torment him anymore...
If he went to my grave and begged my love once more!
He went to my grave to beg for my love,
but instead he slit open his throat.
Now we are both dead and happy as can be in our little coffin,
His lesson was learned.
Now he will know that love will haunt him forever
Here underneath the earth!