Occasionally, I have been known to write some poetry. Of course, it is not just
any kind of poetry, but dark, twisted, horror related type of poetry.   
I have placed some of what I consider my better attempts below. If you think you
can rival my mind for sheer dementedness and can write your own horror inspired
poetry, then send it to me. If I agree, I will place it below for the rest of 
my visitors to behold in awe. Remember though, it must be related to the horror
genre in some way. Any "gothic suicidal type of mush" will not be considered.
There sites catering for this all over the internet. Here I want something 
different from the norm. Something to worry any psychologists reading this out 
there. After all, we're constantly reminded how horror films corrupt out our minds,
so lets prove them right. 

A Forbidden Love.

As you lay on our bed, exposed to the world in all your naked glory, I gently
press my lips against yours savouring their sweet taste.
The smell of your hair lingers in my nostrils, your perfume drifting across 
the room.
You don't respond to me but then you never did.
But I'm used to that now.
You're lying there cold and unfeeling
Like you always do.
I know your little secret though, all those secret plans you made with him.
I know them all.
You were going to leave me, leave me for him. 
But not now, I will not let you leave me now.
So I tenderly take your breast in my hand and caress it gently.
Feel the firmness in my hand.
Yet still you do not respond to me.
I no longer care because I know you will not leave me.
You will stay here with me, please me, satisfy me.
You couldn't go to him now even if you wanted.
He's lying in our basement rotting.
Letting the worms, maggots and rest of the filth eat his dirty, woman stealing
flesh.
All I ever did was try to please you.
I only ever wanted was to make you happy and see you smile.
Everything I did was for you.
I even killed him for you.
He could never have loved you the way I loved you.
Adored and idolised you like I adored and idolised you. 
You never loved me back though did you, not really.
Deep down inside you hated me.
Always despised me.
But not anymore.
I've grown accustomed to the coldness you give me.
As I take you once more I think to myself.
Of all the things I tried to do for you to make you happy.
To make you smile once more, to just please you.
None of it ever worked.
All I wanted was a way to make you stay with me and to never leave me.
How could I have been so blind?
The answer was there all along right before me.
To keep you from leaving me, to make you stay, the answer was so simple.
So plain and easy.
All I had to do was kill you.

Composed by Dracula.

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