Black Magic

Almost black, this blood, Out of my veins, Like a souse on my heart, Like a drizzle on the table. They say it is a witchcraft, They say it is a dark magic, But I don’t care, yes, I care not! Because their lips will be silenced forever... This life on the table, Still beating, don’t ask how, This heart is poisoned, But all poison can be a cure. Laugh while you can, My pain now becoming real, Now my pain has power, Now my pain will be released. Almost black, this blood, Out of my veins, Like a souse on my heart, Like a drizzle over your cold skin...
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Night Predator

There are big changes in my life (in a good way, actually!), and my new theme of the blog might be very different from what it is right now. It won't be as dark or depressed and I will try to share this light of hope with others. However, I always liked dark poetry, so time to time I will publish it just for fun :) and so my regular readers won't be too bored! You walk faster and faster. Night surrounds you. Do you call for your pastor? I would be scared too. Feels like you are ready to run. Does fear took over your mind? What is your escaping plan? You hope salvation to find? There is no escape! I am right behind your back. I will make…
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*Knock-knock*

*Knock-knock* on a door. I already know who’s there. Can I take it anymore? Can I hide? But where? *Knock-knock* on my door. I know it won’t go away. Do I have to say “Hello”? Do I have to pay? *Knock-knock* so loud now. I know this is last warning. I need to open, need to bow, I need to take it every morning. I open door with a weak smile. My position is very clear. I will be on fire, My pain is again here...
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Holding my Heart

I am holding my heart, It beats on my palms. Blood is dripping. I locked my eyes, Staring piece of meat down. Weird feeling. I am furious. Fingers squeeze living shard. Wince of pain. Need to forgive myself. My real life is right here, Not a game. Let my hands down. Put the heart back in my chest. Deep breath, please. You full of hatred, BUT! Everyone makes mistakes. Let it go, find your peace.
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Puzzle in the darkness

Candles in the room, but corners are pitch black. I don’t care about dark corners, I am not afraid of the darkness anymore. My fingers are shivering. My tongue mumbles words. My eyes see hope, but I’ve heard that I am insane. My fingers picking and putting pieces together, they are smeared in blood. Red color on my fingers – juice of life. Every tiny piece I pick and try to find a right place to fit it. My new hobby is a bloody puzzle! I laugh in the dark at my joke. Probably that is why they say that I am insane, but I am not. I am looking for redemption, I am looking for salvation. I am Doctor Frankenstein of myself! Piece by piece, I assembly bloody puzzle…
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