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.
Sharpening My Hatchet.
I'm sharpening my hatchet
It's quite a lovely sight
I cannot help but think of all
The pain I'll deal tonight
You told me that you loved me
You said it was okay
And just when I had felt secure
You quickly snuck away
My anguish will not feed me
But blood may do the trick
I'll spray so much upon the world
That even I get sick
You chose your path of wrongness
Now see what I will do
I'm sharpening my hatchet, love
I'm doing it for you.
Composed by SilentStalker.
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