Drokpas

When a writer puts his soul and passion into his work. It will go unnoticed, often because of its length. It is a rather sad fact, but a truth nonetheless. For the simple emotions conveyed in just a few words, Often hold more sway with those who are emotionally swayed. There is no depth of the heart, nor a single thought spared. For the effort placed into a piece that forgoes the winning edge, For a hint of true meaning. You will not read this piece and I will not expect you to. It will not be popular or famous, nor will it see the light of day. For length is the bane of true poetry, And that is why so many of my kin have already l

The corpses are walking, The demons are stalking, The vampires rising, Succubus diguising. The moon begins to shine, It's the werewolf's time, Hearts degrade within, From the creatures of sin. Summoned by necromancers, Are the ghostly dancers, And open are the graves, Witches resurect their slaves. The trees themselves are groaning, Wind howling, moaning, The cemetary gates creak, It doesn't drowned out the shrieks. The condemned walk the earth, All awaiting rebirth, Flocks of demons take flight, Towards the starlight. The gallows are haunted, The living are taunted, By those who were never grieved, On All-Hallow's Eve.

It tasted like revenge, simply intoxicating. In it, you would see a gypsy, dancing late into the night to tunes unknown. It smelled overwhelming, slowly and agonizingly suffocating one. It was a symphony of destruction, producing sounds of anguish beyond what any ear could hear. I felt then, the flames, engulfing me, quickly burning into my flesh, as I readied myself for death.

This is to all you vamps, that will follow me, I know not many of you live where i live but you can come here, I am in Springfeild illinois, And i call you all out, help me, make an army, and take over,

Sensual Torture: You are but a simple pawn; Caught in a maelstrom of ill feelings and turmoil. You were not meant to be here - But unfortunately, here you are my friend... Now then, I do not wish to drag this out; There is no purpose in badgering someone who knows so little. However - without your confession - I'm afraid that I would not know whom I should share my - pleasures with... Though I'm certain that you will be sharing plenty... Of course, it will probably be a poor idea to make you scream, At least not while I'm still enjoying your fear. Instead we'll begin with a simple agony; A quick taste of your pain to whet my appe

Hatred is infectious Hatred is a virus Virus of confusion Virus that consumes our freedom Freedom far too fragile Freedom needing fighters Fighters smashing Falsehood Fighters guarding Truth Truth be known Truth is killed by propaganda Propaganda in defense of Propaganda Wars War machines well-oiled by ignorance War machine morality Morality mass-merchandised Morality that’s sick and chronic Chronic glut and greed Chronic hangdog citizens Citizens uniting Citizens dividing Dividing Right from Reason Dividing mercy from refugees Refugees thrown in exile Refugees invented by death-industries Industries invading human nature Industri

The lord of destruction I sit upon my throne of putrefaction Death, war, disease, starvation They are my vile children Relishing in my world of corruption I poison the minds of men Into horrific deeds and mutilation I will wash the world in red Atrocity my art Until I bleed all that can be bled The earth ripped apart Becomes my gallery of the broken and the dead Watching mankind rot like a decaying wound Pain, suffering and misery all around No good is left to be found The world is now my playground People rotting as they breathe In this growing mass death mound Your simple minds are swayed By the notes of my accursed flute

Wings Of Light Upon me is the last dawn Faded away has the last dusk I leave behind all of the rights and wrongs I don't deserve an afterlife that is also rough Mesmerized in deep suspense As I await the final arrival My tears become so intense These last moments of hope are vital My bearer Allow me to break away My deliverer Accept the toll of my undying faith - I was careless as I fell Mocking life itself Every secret I held Defined a broken side of myself An inner slaughter I could not defend A one-sided war that I could not fight against My downfall is what I didn't want to prevent I always lusted after the idea of

i fall on my hands and knees sobbing into the cold floor. the icey tile burnes my nose, my cheeks. my knees are bleeding and glass puncture my palms. my tears make the floor sparkle. i look up in a longing gaze, i see you look upon me in discust. as my hands fell from yours you loosen your grasp, it fell to the floor and clattered in disgrace. i freeze as frozen as the earth below me, as i see you staring down pittying my existance. your back turns, and i notice your pained unforgiving face. a face set in stone that i still somehow loved. stone faced began to match my new stone embraced heart. i count the steps you took as you w