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His Claws Released Me
By C'iana DeCampli, Dark Poetess of House Pa'ria

My dark fallen angel.....

How I wish for your claws to grip my heart....

For your body to take my soul.....

For your eyes to burn me whole….

For your lips to make me scream.......

For your lust to make me cream......

Oh, it is always rhythm and rhymes…

This most ancient, a victimless crime...

We as lovers entwined…

All for nothing and on borrowed time.....

My heart strings broke open......

My gifts lay bare.....

Lips like red fruit ripened......

And to scream at the gods for they did dare....

The blood... on my hands...is Divinity!

My dark angel did not surrender to me...

In this, my bittersweet agony......

My blood was given freely........

In sacrifice to his masculinity......

The darkness of his wings did open unto me......

Embracing me within the beauty of his violent rage.......

For my silkened body did make him stir....

And this blessed curse, I did incur…..

Begging me to release his heart from its imprisoned cage...

But the kisses of my razor tipped fangs righted all his wrongs...

And his screams, fell silent to my siren’s songs

UNTITLED by Melissa T

.If all of our lives are spent in the light

then how shall we know the darkness?

Should we close our eyes to the things we see

and never break free of our harness?

we are told our prayers will soon be heard

but still we see pain and despair

we drop to our knees and we never do see

there are no answers and no one who cares

"Within" by paula Staminski
"what are we that lie within?
The rapture or the heart of sin?
the souls that chose to end our fight
and with our hands shut out our light"

"What are we that lie within?
The nameless who will live again
And come to you upon the breeze
that rustles through the autumn trees"

"what are we that lie within?
the hopeless and the might-have-beens
the ones you thought of far too late
and live forever in your hate"

A true story- gene quinones
when I was 7 years old I had a very close encounter with what I honestly believe was Satan himself. I was sleeping in my room when I awoke to the sound of a knocking by the head of my bed. Leaning beside me was an old man with a hat and a black coat that I could only see because of how it shined in the monlight that came from outside my window.
" Don't speak" he whispered hoarsly " I have chosen you from many to feel my pain"
I tried to scream but couldn't He put one hand on my head and spoke " Each time you enter into the house of god you will remember this night & feel as I do" With that he vanished and I was left thinking I had a bad dream, But every since that night ( I am now 26) any time I step foot in a church ( for a mass, a wedding, funeral, ANY reason), I feel an intense burning inside my head that is actually so painful I have fainted on 2 occasions! While no one believes me, I feel like I was forever marked by the Devil that night.

FORGET ME NOT- submitted by Ally Burch

The people of my life care nothing for me
care nothing for my feelings,
forget me in their busy lifes.

They pass me by, not a nod in my direction

No one trully cares for me, never thinking of me,
Only thinking of bettering themselves,
Push me out of their ways, unless it suits them

They talk about me, as if i'm not there.

I work hard, for nothing, no praise, only disapproval
No one cares for my life, better to let go
The bottle sits there, Ever so tempting

They move about not noticing my figure

I grab the bottle, I pour its contents
They fall and splatter on the desk
The pattern they form confuse my mind more.

They consider me nothing, as they pass me by

I pick the oval pill up, the red and the white
Both seem equally appeasing the desire of it all
send me to a frenzy, Grabbing my hair, pulling

They talk of plans, without any intentions of inviting me

I place the pills on my swollen red tongue
They flow down my throat with the water
Drop down into my stomach, start to slowly dissolve

They know nothing about me, they will pay

It takes effect, I sway in motion
My vision becomes impaired, blurry,
Tripping as I move, The pain stops, I fall to the ground

They regret ever forgetting me, they remember me now

http://allpoetry.com/poets/slowlychanging

Devils Due

Cause to chaos,
Chaos to havoc.

Changed by evil
Created by sin.

A dark clad figure crawls,
through the night.
Instills in many a tremendous fright.

What pleasure it must bring him,
To witness -[over and over]
his revenge.

In truth, in reality,
There is no end.
One of life’s fatalities,
Pray you can defend.

Outside my doorstep,
Sits a lonely girl.

Little do I know

For tonight, like every other,
he’s out to collect his dues.

His Duesâ€¦â€¦

My message, My advice.
Be ready you may be next..

For if your hexed,
In the end he's coming for,

Coming to collect his dues.

His Dues..

Submitted by: Crystal