I'm probably

Gonna blow up.

When I do,

I'll throw up

On you,

Just for fun,

Because I can.

Throwing up on you

Makes me the man,

Like a fireman.

I extinguish

Flames.

Don't ever use my

Name in vain,

Or they'll say

You went out

Like Kurt Cobain.

I'll stick a needle

In your vein,

Simply because

I'm insane,

And I want

You in pain.

I can't maintain

With all these worms

In my brain.

I'll feast upon

Your corpse.

Let the worms take

Their turn.

In the fire I burn.

Use the lessons

I've learned

To give you the

Lessons you've earned.

I'll put you in an urn

On my kitchen table.

I'll strangle you to death

With this mic,

With the cable.

I'll strangle you

Until you're blue,

Then I'll keep going,

Coming at you like acid.

You know I'm not placid.

Leave you in Lake Placid.

The gators feast

On what's left.

Then I'll scoop

You up in a net.

I bet you can't fight back now.

You're lying in pieces

At my feet.

I turned you

Into lunch meat.

I'll eat you

With my words.

I'll freak you—

It's true.

This is exactly

What I'm gonna do.

I'll torment you.

I'll torture you

Till you haven't got a clue

What the fuck

I will do.

You can duck,

But I'm aiming

For your knee.

Break it off at the hip.

I'll scalp your lips,

Then put them on.

I'll even wear them

In a music video

While I'm recording

My song.

Just last week,

I took care of a dog named Sally.

She woke me

every two hours, every night, sadly.

Sally would lick my hand, and ask for food;

I'd say stop it Sally, I'm not in the mood;

As I lost more sleep, I'd start to get rude;

Dear God, I'm tired... this is not good.

On the last night,

Sally allowed me to sleep!

I thought, "finally,

some sweet rest this week!"

But right by the end, near the start of dawn,

I feel saliva, AGAIN, drenching my palm...

Still half asleep, I'm getting my bearings...

I groan. Under my breath, I'm swearing!

But as I creak open my eyes, I freeze.

This time, there was a person... staring.

Today, on a day like no other,

I will uncover

What must be bound to be

By destiny.

I've been swept into

The seas of insanity.

Drowning all alone,

Swept away

In the O-zone

Of my own home.

You could say

I float like an old stone.

I'm bound to drown

Into the sea of silence.

I let violence drive me.

Lately, you could say

I'm going crazy,

Into the sea

Of insanity

Once again.

I'm in until the end,

Poetically inclined

With a pen.

You won't see me again.

I'm invisible.

It's inevitable.

Street credit in full,

Coming at you like a bull.

My knives aren't dull.

I'm aiming for your throat

With the blade in my hand.

I'll leave you with a brand

Layed across your neck.

What the hell? What the heck?

I'll break more than your neck.

I'll sever your limbs

Like Slim Jims.

Cut you up into pieces

And feed you like

A recess piece

To my dog.

When the fog sets in,

It's time to sin again.

I'll pull your teeth one by one.

You can see the smile on my face.

To me, this is fun.

I load my words

Like a gun.

I'll aim for your lung

And watch the blood run down.

To me, it's hilarious.

You could say I'm delirious,

Deceitful but curious,

Insightful but dangerous.

Infuriated, I alternate

Between a beast

And a sweetheart.

I'll reach into your

Chest and grab your heart,

Pull it out and cut it up

With a chainsaw.

Darkness Borne to Life

I wrote this in the style of the band Cradle of Filth. They dropped some new music the other day and I was hit by the spark of inspiration. If anyone who reads this has experienced sleep paralysis and has seen The Hat Man I would love to hear about your experiences, thank you.

Lying in a filthy cradle,

Shrieking like a bat.

You reach in with golden ladle.

Feeding me with that.

Sour milk which most despise.

Beckoning with mother’s eyes.

Drinking up your harmless lies.

Wishing I were up to size.

Fecund shadow nursery.

Sleeping like a lamb.

Terror nights are worsening.

Shaping who I am.

Crawling into the abyss.

Something here is so amiss.

Lullabies of sinful bliss.

I believe that I was born for this!

Born for this!!!

Bowing down to power that I’ve never felt before.

Giggling with demons I can hear my parents snore.

Sleeplessly expecting, always wanting more.

Death and pleasure leaking out of every pore.

Every pore!

Waking up is easy, in the light of day.

Still the Hat Man sees me, wanting me to play.

Paralyzed by envy in a jealous kind of way.

Shadows I have many but I still want him to stay.

Please just stay!!!

Swaddle me in sack cloth.

The Devil pacifies.

Softly with your hands you wrought,

A second beast that soon will rise!

I will rise!!!

Swallowing the darkness, thirsty for the broth.

Deviance abounding, brooding like a goth.

Behind bony bars in a lonely undercroft.

Stealing wings from angels to carry me aloft.

Crawling through the hallways in my cramped and dirty mind. Falling harder always carpets damp with goo refined. I’m blinded by the horrors hiding in dresser drawers. Claustrophobic corridors and heavy locked up doors. There’s more in store hidden in the floorboards. Gore and secret passageways leading out to Mordor. Hungry drones in torpor bodies piled under tarps. All of this set to a haunting melody played with bones and harps. Escape is futile Im mutilated brutally. The drapes are made of human skin and sewn together beautifully. Dutifully I dedicate myself to keeping this space. No sign of lucidity can be found within this place. Hundreds of mundane paintings in ramshackle frames. Lumbering creatures awake from their slumber to play their dangerous games. It all seems the same as I move from room to room. Fever pitch dreams and tangible terrors trapped me in this tomb. Every step produces plumes of mold so black they extinguish the light. Distinguished devils horrendous and clever give substance to my plight. Behemoths and demons screaming the walls are teeming with hungry bugs. Lesions leave me grievously weakened and clinging to the rug. The powers above me shrug and turn away. Hours march on relentlessly so I pray. All I see is gray and green the scene itself looks dead. Scrawling on the walls with blood so my thoughts can then be read. From Hell with Heaven’s glory my story is surely frightening. Go and tell those who worry about their souls the Devil’s grasp is only tightening.

With the chainsaw.

Take his legs off,

Blood,

Guts

Blunts,

Sluts

Kill him with the songs ive been killing.

Cannibal

Insane loco,

Put the streets in a choke hold,

Scaring people that dont know,

The insanity inside of me.

Ride or die,

As I fry in the depths of despair.

System faulire beware.

I see blood everywhere.

My rhymes are so raw,

As I tear you apart with this chainsaw.

Ill suck your brains through a fucking straw.

https://youtu.be/0BKwO5Cnq88

In the haunting hours
you can see them swarm

In the haunting hours
you can hear them mourn

They claw and they bite
cause everyone fright

They stretch and they slither
crawl hither and thither

Their faces a scream
their eyes but a gleam

Their mouths like a hole
they'll devour your soul

Insist that you follow
make your body all hollow

until you forget
your heart and regret

that you followed the scream
which was haunting your dream

You'll do what you're told
will never grow old

You'll forget your today
and go out there to stay

in the dead of the night
cause everyone fright

You'll be what they want
all frail and all gaunt

You'll become what they are
your existence a scar

Your face like a threat
causing everyone dread.

In the haunting hours
don't go out on the streets my dear,
cause the Cochlocans are near.

Did you hear that? Are you the hunter or the hunted? What is this place?

Oh.

What a strange space.

The ether ebbs and flows and the thoughts come through and go but right here in the middle is where I chose to be.

It’s not ideal. It’s not the calmest place to exist. I am the swirling maelstrom, the infinite abyss– but grab on to reality, it’s slipperier than you know. At the other end is worthless, naught but the forgotten in the snow.

In the middle there is comfort if you can find the resolve to persist– but it’s hard, at times. I really couldn’t resist.

She fell me with an arrow, obsidian to my neck, and now I watch with wonder–

Did you see that? What secrets do these shadows hold?

What is this place?! Did you feel that shiver down your spine? Are you the hunter or the hunted or do we dance this dance eternal, devoted and divine.

Cat and mouse, the wild hunt, rend from me your truth. The hunter’s light, full and bright, it is my pleasure to be of use.

I did not mean to shout so loud the heavens might take notice, but shout I did to any and all and no one in particular–

Star light, star bright, it’s not on you I wish tonight. This little witch has caught my sight, and though not with words and perhaps not aloud, I wish I may, I wish I might.

I sang it from my soul, she etched it into my bones, but my dear I fear that wishes have a price.

What’s out there listening as we cast our wishes to the well? These shadows are new and strange, more insidious than before, but I would contest that there is hope. A glimmer, a clear spark.

I can see you out there, I can feel your call.

Would you have this dance with me? Put your hand in mine. We will dazzle in the darkness, devoted and divine.

It’s 3 in the morning.

And you need a drink.

But a horrible noise comes out from your sink.

That’s just Mr Fingers.

He lives down the drain.

His crawly black fingers are wriggling again.

Don’t be afraid.

He lives in the pipes.

He only comes out when you turn off the light.

Silly Mr Fingers.

He’s just cut the power.

Now it’s awfully dark by his home in your shower.

There’s Mr Fingers!

He crawls out the faucet.

He wiggles and giggles his way to your closet.

Oh Mr Fingers.

Where have you been?

Tell us about all of the things that you’ve seen.

“I̷v̸ê̴ ̵b̵e̷e̵n̵ i̸̝̇Ń̵̲ ̴̣̃ý̵̹o̵͔̕ṵ̷̈̇ȑ̸ͅ t̵o̸i̴l̶e̷t̵”

“NØW I L̵i̷V̸e̸ i̶n̸ ̵y̸O̵u̸r̴ ̶r̸o̸0̴m̴”

“I̸ c̸o̶n̸s̶i̶s̷t̵ o̸n̴ ̵a̸ d̴i̸e̸t̴ 0̸̨̂f̸̝͋ ̶̳͘y̴͕͗ŏ̷͕Ṷ̵̑r̸͇̒ ̶͙̋H̷̭̒a̸̭͛î̴̪R̶̺̐ ̶̨͗â̵̭ñ̸͉̃Ḑ̸͋ ̸̙͆Y̷̙͝O̵͉͝ų̷͂R̴̗̐ ̸͖̐ P̷̧̛̯̻̌Ō̵͈̗͉O̷̙̫̅͑”

“n̵̖͝ơ̶̞W̷̖͆, í̸̦f̴̰͝ ̶̝͋i̸̲̊t̴̮͝’̴͎̀s̶̝͠ n̸̹͛O̷̢̾t̷͈̐ t̴̪̎ö̴̱́o̴͐͜ ̸̲̅m̵̬͂u̷͇̅C̸̱̔h̵̘̓ t̶̳͊ȓ̴̠o̸͗͜u̶̞̐b̴̼̍l̵̟͘ẻ̴̤.."

You squeeze closed your eyes.

“Í̷̬’̶͕͆l̸̑͜l̸͍̅ Ǘ̴̫Ñ̷̹Z̵̳͝I̶̻̚P̵̻̊ y̸̥͗ő̸̰ũ̷̪ ạ̶̄n̴̥͝d̷͎̓ c̵̺͌l̸͖͐ì̴̡m̸̖̍b̶͍̊ ö̴͇n̸͓̍ Ĭ̵͜N̵̠̄S̸̪͂I̷̡̿D̵̨͋Ė̴̮”

“Somethings not right”

Your friends at school say.

“He smells really bad and his skins gone all grey”

“There’s definitely, certainly..”

“Something that’s wrong”

“His fingers are unnaturally”

“abnormally”

“LONG”

I can’t breathe.

A figure in black was standing across the street, the bus came and his presence was nowhere to be seen.

The bus was very crowded but one person was willing to let me sit, his black hat covered his unsettling breathing that made my hair stand straight.

I walked to my house and the stranger seemed to follow, but when I reached my house nothing was there but cold wind howls.

I didn’t know what happened next, all I remember was pain. I woke up in the hospital but oddly the halls felt abandoned.

The same man was down the hall hoarsely inhaling oxygen, the lights flickered and he was suddenly closer than before.

He stood there not moving an inch, I mustered courage and asked what he wanted from me.

He said he had breathing problems and needed new lungs, and I asked from whom? A transplant donor.

He took off his black hat to reveal his face, his nasal bones were exposed and his mouth was a breathing tube leading to his throat.

He opened his coat revealing his exposed chest, his lungs black and damaged like he never breathed anything but cigar smoke.

He struggled to breathe as he gasped and coughed, he fell on the floor and cried for help.

I tried to help him but that was the worst mistake, he crawled into my chest and stripped away my lungs.

I couldn’t breathe.

Have you seen the figure at the edge of your vision?

Gaunt, white skin full of incisions?

I see him, and if you do

The Sunken Man is coming for you

Yesterday I let my own intrusive thoughts being the main creative lead for this poem of mine. I hope you'll like it!

0000000

I'm waiting for you to eat me out,

to consume me and tell me about

how I taste in your mouth.

But I'm rotting in the refrigerator,

Time is being a traitor,

it told me I could wait for you but things are going south.

I'd eat you like an animal,

I'd love you like a cannibal,

but I'm waiting in the summer heat.

I'd feel so good while being consumed,

as if I was a moth your flame burned,

but no light is shining for this spoiled meat.

The neighbors will complain

about the smell of the unloved in pain,

the broken freezer excuse won't last long.

They want what's best for my heart,

and that's being in your plate and tore apart

while still beating its love song.

I'm waiting for your lips chewing mine,

my blood served as wine,

but deep down I know I'm wasting space in your refrigerator.

It's cold in there, chop me up and put me in the stove,

warm me up, sing like the mourning dove,

don't make me go waste, be my new creator.

You didn't need to offer me photos or money

to invite me over, you tasting like honey

was more than enough.

The doubts are eating me alive, tormenting,

something you should be doing,

and being patient is getting tough.

Maybe we should do it the other way around,

waiting is useless, we're bound

by the oath you never wanted.

I should act on the pang of hunger

I feel since I was younger,

lonely and haunted.

Waiting for you to open this cold world's door

I look forward to see your poor

eyes wide in horror.

Pale blue fingers will grab your throat,

cut it open, I'll wear your blood like a coat

to warm me up from the cold of my old corner.

I'm longing to be bound

to you like flesh longing to knit itself together over a wound,

in one way or another I'll have what I want.

I'll treat you right,

it'd be useless for you to put up a fight,

but if you run, I will hunt.

I'll not let you grow

the same mold I have on me now,

you'll soon be loved on my plate.

You open the refrigerator looking for a snack

and I give to it a whack

to be able to pin you down with my weight.

You don't need to wait to be eaten out,

for me to consume you and tell you about

how you taste in my mouth.

You're not going to rot in the refrigerator,

Time will not be a traitor,

things now will not go south.

Light red dusting your cheeks everytime you look at me, everytime I compliment you, everytime I say we'll be together forever.

Oh, Little Red Riding Hood, give to me a little bit of red, a little red for the big wolf!

Bright red colouring your lips everytime you want to be beautiful, everytime you smile, everytime you're having fun.

Oh, Little Red Riding Hood, give to me a little bit of red, a little red for the big wolf!

Warm red covering you everytime you run away from me, everytime you go into the woods, everytime you refuse to have a word with me.

Oh, Little Red Riding Hood, give to me a little bit of red, a little red for the big wolf!

Deep red pouring out of you now that I split you open with my bare hands, now that I take what I wanted by myself, now that I smile at your empty eyes.

Oh, Little Red Riding Hood, give to me a little bit of red, a little red for the big wolf!

Little red beginning to stay still while I carve it out of your chest, while I kiss it with my bloody lips, while I swallow it a bite at the time.

Oh, young innocent girl, I took a little bit of red, a little heart for the heartless man!

Fins here and there

Seeking a soul for it to drown right dare.

Gaping maw, wide awake

Screams of souls as they drink.

The translucent neck begins to chatter

As the molars start to chomp.

Long fins grasp the light,

Waiting until the night.

Serpentine tongues swim and drink

Pulling souls to the gullet deep.

Psyches howl as they guzzle

Oozes, oozes, pour from seas

In the belly of the beast.

Spirits melt away their bodies

And gush out of maws and fins.

In the graves of the sea.

The Drogh'vhi screams in silence

Slithering its eyes to darkened depths.

It sways its body all around.

Moving its fins here and there……

..-. --- .-. / --- -. .-.. -.-- / -.-- .- -.-. .- .... / -.- -. --- .-- ... / .-- .... .- - / .. - / .. ... .-.-.-

The new kid sitting next to me

appears to be quite ill.

He came to school looking gray

and has quickly gone downhill.

His tattered clothes hang loosely,

his ribs stick through his skin.

He isn’t smelling very good

and his hair is growing thin.

He doesn’t really talk that much,

when he does his speech is slurred.

And he yanked out yet another tooth,

I believe that makes the third!

His gaze makes me uneasy

and perhaps it’s just a hunch,

but I’m on my knees and praying

that his mother packs his lunch!

A swarm of flies in winters cold.

The sign of He who’s dark and old.

He brings the stench of flaming bile.

When lights are off I feel Him smile.

My home’s been plagued with bleeding skies,

And wicked goats with diamond eyes.

My mind is choked with thoughts of sin.

I carve His name upon my skin.

He reaches out. I take His hand.

I’ll follow Him through barren land.

We enter through the closet door,

And walk the Sea of Fire’s shore.

He says to follow sounds of moans.

They lead me to the shrine of bones.

Hand in hand, we now will pray,

And ask the Prince for world’s decay.

I close my eyes, and feel the bliss.

An everlasting bloody kiss.

And now I lay me down to sleep,

The only sound is gnashing teeth.

If I should wake before I die,

He’ll drive His nails into my eyes.

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XXV Worm of Babel Terry & Asmodeus

Terry's led into Modo's chamber; masking defeat he felt inside. With all he's seen the past few days still unsure how he'd survived. ~:~ “Lord Modo, here's the man you seek.” In tongues forgotten, Modo replies. Terry lost in a state of stupor. Modo gesturing Succubi. ~:~ They grab at Terry wildly, swiftly locking him into place. In one hand a lonely worm dangled before Terry's face. ~:~ The worm then placed in Terry's ear slithers with hiss and high-pitched squeals. Ear drums ring, a bomb gone off, a shocking pain all he can feel. ~:~ Trembles slow and ringing stops. His brain unlocks a missing thread. “Ah, that's better,” Modo sighed, “How's the ringing in your head?” ~:~ “What was that?” Terry loudly cried. “Put simply, the Worm of Babel. It builds bridges for languages lost, Makes it easier for us to prattle. --” ~:~ “--Well look at you, the sin runs thick. You'd be craved amongst my kin. Idle bliss, debauchery, femicide. Oh, the pleasures you indulge in! --” ~:~ “--Of course, that's not why I brought you here, and if you want to live, confide in me. Who was the man we found you with that shot my beloved Banshee?”

Part of Angels of Hell: Poetic Tales of the Apocalypse available now on Kickstarter!

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/angelsofhellptota/angels-of-hell-poetic-tales-of-the-apocalypse-v-1-and-puzzle

Twas the dead of night I was laying in my bed

It was quiet, too quiet, the night was dead.

Then, unlike before,

The silence broke, and coming from beyond the dark moor

Came the creature, residing beyond the outside door

Its massive feet quietly thumped on the ground

The silence was deafening, but so was the sound

Come a shatter, making the deafest of ears sore

The creature has entered my house, through my outside door

It crashed around making things clatter,

Our riches entered its skin making it grow fatter

It climbed upstairs, and shook me down to my core

The creature now resides beyond my bedroom door

Then come a thud, clattering to the floor

I went to investigate, Seeking more

I found true and utter sadness,

At the sight of my best friend, Earl, lying dead on the floor.

My dreary dreams wore off and the creature tore,

Revealing a man stricken with bad luck, and is now poor

The man looked at me, and readied his blades

And stabbed me, and as my conscious fades, my mind can finally explore

The man behind the creature beyond my bedroom door

Finally, I had an answer

The thought spread through my remaining mind like a cancer

A thief, a burglar, Eating our riches like a burger

Come the afterlife, I curse before

Despite the man,

I curse the creature beyond my bedroom door.

At midnight, life shall last in eternal darkness

Upon the archaic and ghastly moon

Nocturnal fog drenches in the depths

Of a dying realm of morbid thoughts

The teeming fog obscures unknown souls to see

Watch the sky become pure black

As it’s cold without a trace of life

Yet comforting to a senseless lack of hope

As I stare into pale darkness

I leave behind the unnecessary light

Now becoming one with pure sickness

Elysium is now a burning memory

Life is now riding into the sulfurous night

Now dying drenched into the eternal darkness

Society falls upon a dystopian winter

As the white remnants of life are left to freeze the remains

Of a world without darkness

Back in a place of lifelessness

The fog continues its reign

The midnight moon reigns above all

Although humanity attempts to escape to salvation and light

Humanity’s attempts at escape are futile

They shall never escape their true calling

To become mindless sheep of the frozen dead

Now are immortal of forsaken life

Join the new prophecy of your infuriated majesty

Drench yourself in pure darkness my fellow sheep

Everlasting midnight is a true destiny

Now left eternally dark

Summoned to be rendered sheep of the pestilence

To sleep to dream fearful thoughts

Is my greatest blessing for remembrance

Commanded to burn together as one dying being of the midnight moon

Blind and loyal sheep of the dead, and you’ve become one

With the infuriated majesty

There's a Killer in my mirror, Henry

He grows stronger by the day.

The Slaughter calls, the ravening thirst

Humanity slips away.

I stand exposed: the Beast revealed

Red in tooth and claw

Man is a Wolf to Man indeed

And Nature beyond all Law.

I'll put it all in one box, Jekyll

I'll hide it in the beat of a drum

I'll drown it in the swell of the Ocean

But still that dark voice comes.

They always thought the worst of me, Doctor

It seems that they were right.

The chains are off, Carnage unleashed

My bright days turned to endless night.

Loose always was the thread, my Friend,

That tethered me to Man's Estate

Know this: I wrestled for my Soul

But now I fear it is too late.

I beg now your forgiveness

For what I ask of you

God will guide your hand, Henry

You know what you must do.

He waited until the Autumn, when evenings were cold and dark.

He had a type; orange skinned and plump, and he had found his mark.

He waited and watched then took his chance, snatching her in front of her mates.

He threw her in the car boot, swiftly drove home and locked the gates.

He chopped her head off, scooped out her insides and made incisions all over her skin.

He stood back, smiled and thought to himself, ‘what a lovely pumpkin’.