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Eyes of Death

Those eyes,
Colder than the coldest steel,
More harmful than sharpest spears,
More deadly then a hundred serpents,
They stare me in my face,
That felt no more.

My body was to be sucked dry,
My mind to be taken,
And then like a dead stick,
I was to be left behind,
But this was only another voyage,
To a place only the dead know best.

There my soul was battered and bartered,
By the angel of good,
And the angel of bad,
And somehow I felt I was never to return,
My fate was written in the books of ages.
And I was to go to hell.

There as I started my last voyage away,
Death screamed at me,
He spat on my face,
He took hold of me and my soul,
And for the last time that I saw him,
He looked me in the eyes.

Those eyes,
Colder than the coldest steel,
More harmful than sharpest spears,
More deadly then a hundred serpents,
They stare me in my face,
That felt no more...

=^..^=

The Executioned

What goes through the mind of a man,
Who is on his way to be executed.
What can he say in defense of his soul,
When he is charged of cold blooded murder.

How can he escape from this prison he's in,
When they drag him into the room.
What can he do if it ain't his fault,
That thirteen good men have died.

How will he react to the sight of a priest,
Who will ask him to forgive his actions.
What will he say will he cry out,
When the lethal injection seeps into him.

How much longer will he continue to live,
When the green fluid coldens his limbs.
And will he finally draw his last breath,
When his soul is stolen by these men...

=^..^=

Unreal Excavation

Walking the dank, musky, a corridor like maze,
A howl in the distance, a zap from a strobe.
Intestinal damage, my blood withers within,
A chunk of my chest, ever longer a-bleeding.

Footsteps in the distance, growing ever louder,
But from where, above, below or within my head.
Thirty two victims, all of them mine,
As I hunt for their soul, as they hunt for mine.

Just another frag, I trundle through the carnage,
Knee-deep in limps and blood, fights long gone.
They never even clean this place, just push you in,
Entertainment, for the rich bastards on earth.

I round a corner, a new, by now bloody opponent,
Another face, I no longer fear to see.
Neither does he, for his weapon hand is quick,
And the hail of bullets, fly right into me.

A shatter of grinding bones, the pulp of my flesh,
A few more seconds it takes, I recover, counter him.
Charging my grenades, when do I release,
Let them go, a barrage of ammo, he flies to his knees.

Well, his knees are no more, as I blew his legs away,
Neither do I have a chest no more, just a gaping hole.
The pain is extraordinary, especially his,
I was somewhat lucky, to still have my head.

A wise man once told me, pain killers, just do them,
You will survive longer, illegal it is, but do it.
This poor bloke had no such change, still twiching he is,
To get my thirty-third victim, I denounced him.

His head in my hands, the spinal cord still flinching,
The guts oozing, I aint complaining, was not me.
But now I am myself in a condition, most extreme,
Who shall dig a hole for me, an excavation for thee.

=^..^=

Quake

The damp dark corridors,
Drops of water from ceiling to floor.
My eyes shine in the strobe lights,
And my wounds bleed once more.

Suddenly a howl breaks the silence,
And slowly echoes away.
My muscles shift and heave,
And my body shivers with fear.

I must overcome my fears,
I must overcome the living.
Or next time I might not survive,
I may not escape this hell.

And then I hear them close by,
Footsteps like lightning and thunder.
What is this hell being,
The thing around this corner?

The pain, the shock in my ribs,
A Shambler, that bitch!
Her drooping tongue in her wicked Skull,
Stroke on stroke of eternal pain.

Who more hellish, the beast or I,
Who more ravaged by sins to the dead?
The multinumeral murders it has witnessed,
The excitation it now craves.

I escape into a blood-black room,-
But the being follows close behind.-
And in this purgatorial darkness,--
My laughter, hilarious, hideous, awful.

This is the confrontation,
And I pull out my nail gun.
I will deal him war and madness,
My mind that the dead have ravished.

The batter of guns,
And the shatter of flying meat.
She rips my flesh,
And I puncture her hide.

This carnage incomparable,
This humane destruction.
She retreats a few steps,
And charges her powers.

No, she can't do this now,
The shackles of lightning.
The meteor-like shower of nails,
Eat this shit, you demon!

And then her body slouches,
And the meat breaks loose.
Now I'm kneedeep in the dead,
But I'll find my way out.

=^..^=

Flames and Time

Flames and fire,
A burning desire.
Swept in flames,
A plague of games.

The time is right,
The fight is tight.
The place is space:
Look into my face.

They kill us all,
Everyone will fall:
Not one will last,
The action is fast.

The time was gone,
The night to dawn.
Here was the fate,
In a clan of hate.

=^..^=

Cause I am Here

Death is dead,
He lives no more,
He never will, cause I am here.

The fight lasted on and on,
We were both badly scarred,
Only one was to rule on after that.

But the scythe I held,
Dealt the blow most unkind,
And he was gone, cause I am here.

And I sit down,
In the chair of the dead,
Down there, in the underworld.

The dying are screaming,
They can wait their turn,
Changes must be made, cause I am here.

No more mercy to the dying,
Everyone must go,
Until the earth is empty, and void.

Let the evil be sent to hell,
and the kind to heaven,
It does not matter, cause I am here.

As far as I care,
They are all the same,
Criminals all but everyone.

And only the living will stay,
But their turn will come,
Cause I am here, and my word is law!

=^..^=

Murder and Suicide

You could have had it all,
But you chose the dark side.
You let it fall,
And now you will pay.
He was my victim,
But he would be gone.
For no one will betray me,
And live to tell the tale.
I took the gun,
He would laugh no more.
Placed it to his forehead,
And made him feel sore.
Those voices in my head,
Screaming and tearing.
Ahhhh, I can't take this,
I must end it all.
"Place the gun to the temple,
And break the beat".
The voices I must obey,
The things I must do.
My fingers growing tense,
My sweat filled forehead.
The poor soul begging for mercy,
My lips twitching with exitement.
The adrenalin rush,
My grimacing smile.
The voices growing louder,
They resonate all over me.
I begin to laugh,
The evil noise grows inside me.
"He will die die die,
He will bleed everywhere".
My finger is contracting,
The trigger is moving.
His eyes close tight,
His teeth bite his lips.
The noise deafens my ears,
But the voices are still there.
"Now place it to your mouth,
You must trigger once more".
My tears engulf my thoughts.
Why am I doing this.
I must I must,
I can't I can't.
To obey the rule,
Is not the dirty exception.
And so the darkness comes,
And once more the noise...

=^..^=

Close My Eyes

I close my eyes but I see it once more,
I don't want to but it is still there.
The pain the agony slashes my soul,
This hurt is neither just nor fair.

I know I should not have killer him,
But he deserved it after all he did to me.
I don't care because revenge is sweet,
And causing a carcass is neat you see.

What the fuck are these laws we have,
Kill or be killed is the new law.
I've waited too long for this moment,
Before I swore but now I use a saw.

I kill cause I like it so there,
Some call me a maniak but who knows.
I like it cause it's in my nature,
So I go and I kill until the blood flows.

I skin him and I rip her apart,
Survival is the game now in the future.
After the war ravaged lands and plains,
It's not beutiful but it is fun for sure.

=^..^=

Nuclear Winter

The world, dark and desolate.
The winter, bitter and cold.
What was it I was told,
What was this thing called.

Cities ravaged by fire,
Bodies decaying of radiation.
And only one is alive, it's me.
But even I will die into this.

Memories of mankind,
All will be gone when I am gone.
We were not all evil men,
It was the fault of empires.

I cough up blood, my lungs hurt.
My skin is turning blue,
How much longer will I go on.
Something must be left in this.

I have my last minutes left,
I must write history.
And on a piece of paper I write,
How the world ended in this.

And then even I was gone...

=^..^=

Life on the Edge

We drive fast,
We don't think.

This will not last,
As we continue to drink.

Things growing longer and longer,
Life is boring and we wanna just drive.

And then we stop...

Dark Themed - Poems of Death - Sad Poems - Ponderous - Happy Poems - Love Poems