A Morbid Fascination

Greetings from the dark side, no need to grab your coat or wrap up warm.
Try to stay calm!..
It's A MORBID FASCINATION that arouses our minds, ravishing our senses, provoking intrigue and irresistable appeal...
Until remorse hits, the guilt of wanting to know more, the desire to know more no matter how gruesome or devastating.
Every last blood curdling, spine chilling detail, battling with the morals we live by and our understanding for peace and humanity.

SILENCE............

We can feast on this fascination no more. We must contain our lust and curb our appetites.
Until the next time of course!....

Part Of A Master-Plan

Her ruby red lips now mottled with blue. The face that once mocked falls silent and still.Her long shiny locks all matted and dank, near perfect skin drained of life shaded grey.
The depths of her eyes bore deep in to her soul, window left open yet no flicker of light.
Cold remnants of heart presenting no fresh clarity.
Her shameful disgrace so crude and obscene, exiled from kin no chance for return.
Lingering unrest resides thick in the air, assumed liberation from this mortal coil.
She lies poised, tainted by the radiance of corpse, consumed by the sweet sickly aroma of decay.
Death boasts the darkest of attractions she'd thought, her nightmare life In death set free.
Foreseeing new hopes for forgiveness and peace, her status renewed amongst the realms of deceit.
But death does not beckon her on this night nor the next, no place to repent no redemption found here.
To late to turn back path long since closed, eternal damnation now all that is posed.

Don't Believe The Hype

Cruel deep scars forever shall reign, deliberately contrived actions deployed with such skill.
Lie allowing lips move freely, no shame!
Strong emotive feelings potrayed through deceit, bringing dishonour to all that you meet.
Smelling a sense of immanence this event will unfold.
Blinded no longer with thoughts roused by guilt, spouting false hopes in rhythmatic dull tones.
'I will deliver, you know I'm a forgiver.'
True dedication turned to vengeance I seek for corrupting young minds in their times of sadness, you prayed on the weak.
Simply unleashing my erratic and fragile like state is all that is needed to determine your fate.

Acquiescence

He sits alone, a lost soul, long since detached from society.
Welcoming the darkness to hide in its shadows.
Clinging to the fringes of sanity.
Destroyed by endless pressures he watches as the walls edge closer.
Slowly at first, increasing rapidly with each shallow gasp for air.
Feeble arms outstretch attempting to resist the now inevitable blow.
Relentless submission apparent once more.