My Angel Of Darkness

By Killerdemonchick

I drop the razor to the floor
Coated in blood but I know I will see more
The blood rains down from my arm
I know I have done alot of harm
I close my eyes waiting for you
My heart stops...

Darkness comes and I feel you there
I feel the thrill in the air
People scream in fright
But all I do is smile in delight
Your hand brushes mine
And the pain is simply divine
I hold on tight
All in spite
Of the feeling of the humans pulling me back
Back to the stark track
Of what they call living
They are so oblivious they don't notice a thing
I hold on tighter
But the electric shocks are getting stronger
Your skeletal hand slips out of mine
And I hear you say, it is not your time
I'm flying backwards, towards the light
Although how I hard i try, I know I will not win this fight.

My eyes fly open and I scream
Please let this be a bad dream
I am alive I hear my heart beat
I look down, I am covered in a white sheet
White floors, white door, white straps holding me down
I close my eyes and I frown
NO! I should have stayed with you my one true love!
My saviour from this hell, where is my black dove (crow)?
Tears threaten to spill out of my eyes
I hold them back I will not cry
Not infront of them, the judging bastards
They do not understand the feeling that alot of us have mastered
They talk to me but I just ignore
What they talk is just a bore
When I return home and return to my room
My razon and I will have quite a reunion that will send me to my tomb
Crimson will paint the walls and door
I will be in a hep on the floor
A smile on my lips knowing this is it.

I look into your eyeless sockets
And smile as the pain moves through me like rockets
I am here where I belong
I always knew it all along
You wrap yourself around me, black cloak and skeletal body enveloping me
I sigh a sound of pain and ecstasy
This is where I want to stay
In your embrace for forever more
My angel of darkness I am finally yours.

YES...

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Published on Thursday, June 1, 2023. Filed under: "Horror" and "Poetry"

Comments on "My Angel Of Darkness"

On Friday, June 21, 2013, alex herewane (150) wrote:

I really liked this, gave me the feeling that you have the insight to be one step removed and yet so very involved. keep it up.
A former member wrote: Few people share the obsession, fascination and utter admiration of death, this read was much enjoyed, a voluntary fall into the abyss.
A former member wrote: This is incredible. The very feeling of this is like venomous honey, a perfect rhyme.
A former member wrote: "My angel of Darkness I am finally yours" perfect line, the imagery, the story, the tone, the feelings its all just brilliantly dark and beautiful. Great read, write on m'love ~rose
A former member wrote: Very beautiful :) To embrace death as you do in this piece... very moving.
A former member wrote: Seems you're in love with death thou self.. Loving deaths embrace.. Good imagery also nice write
A former member wrote: I like this it's really good :) thanks for posting
A former member wrote: I found this poem very thought provoking, your writing style was very dark, perfect. The way you describe your emotions gives the reader an understanding of your thoughts. Amazing poem.
A former member wrote: Giving yourself to Death's embrace? This piece really enticed me, the imagery was incredible, I envisioned the skeletal body embracing me as I read the ending.
A former member wrote: Amazing. I love the imagery (did I spell that right?). I can relate to this quite well actually. It also seems like, in my opinion, that this could go along with my poem (one more scar)... Anyways.. Very well done :) hope to be reading more from you soon.
A former member wrote: I relate to this on many levels, I love the way your conveyed your emotions through horrific imagery... Thank you for sharing
On Sunday, November 4, 2012, Devilish (2658) wrote:

I feel you darling. if you eva need anything mail me..
On Sunday, November 4, 2012, Ortolan (214) wrote:

Life is like a nightmare sometimes, and lost love is like a limb that doesn't grow back.