I AM A POET AND I BET YOU DIDN'T KNOW IT! By: SASHA SLAUGHTER

Hey there!! Sasha Slaughter here with you wonderful creeps for the final time this week. I'm going to be doing something a bit different for your reading pleasure. As some of you may or may not know, my speciality is actually poetry. I'm not a published poet for nothing kiddies! So I figured why not show you what I do best! I wrote a few poems and I'll be posting them today! YAY!!! And as you can see, yes, Zane is at it again with his foul mouth and naked corpses. Always lowering our standards but I know you all LOVE it. He's good. Trust me! Ok, so it's poetry time!!

                                                                                

Dark Side



Burning, bleeding,

screaming, crying,

smelling the rotting flesh of those who are dying.

I didn't think I had it in me,

I didn't know it would go this far,

theres so much death around me,

and I don't care who they are.

I can't believe that it came to this,

that it got so out of hand,

the blood is flowing in rivers now,

soaking my feet where I stand.

I stare at the ensuing carnage,

with a wicked grin on my face,

I never want to leave this site of destruction,

I've never felt more in place.

I watch the deadly frenzy,

so content with what I seem to have done,

I lost the battle for sanity within myself,

it seems that my dark side has won.

 

Sharp Edge

If I told you I didn't think about it,

that would be a lie,

You ask me all of these questions,

demanding to know why.

I don't think I could explain it,

the thin red lines to vivid in my mind,

you're getting impatient with me,

I can see it in your eyes.

How can I explain it?

Making you know what I feel,

the twisted pleasure that I seek,

the things I don't want to be real.

How do I describe it?

from the tortured place in my mind,

as I hide the depths of my soul I pray you'll never find.

The sharp edge calls to me,

it's playing a sick little game,

I stopped a long time ago,

but how does it remember my name?

There is no light, only darkness.

They say that when you are close to death you see a light,

I've been there before and I know that they aren't right.

There was only darkness in my mind,

visions of what could have been,

memories I couldn't seem to find.

There was only darkness in that fluorescent lit room,

pain and sickness,

feelings of impending doom.

The blood was flowing freely,

dripping on the floor,

my thoughts were getting hazy,

as I didn't think I could bleed anymore.

I lie there in a stupor,

unable to move,

hoping I'd get another chance at this life,

because I had something to prove.

The blood was everywhere around me,

and I thought I had nothing more to give,

and then they told me it would be ok,

they said that I would live.

So there you have it. A bit morbid maybe, but thats what I do best. Hope you enjoyed them and if you're lucky someday soon I might write some more poetry for your reading pleasure. Thanks for stopping by Dead End Horror. Check back next week for all new stuff and quite possibly, even lower standards!