Assassinated
The night was dark
As she walked on and on
The scream pierced her ears
As she stopped to listen
Her neck felt cold
By the blade of the knife
Her breath came in a gasp
Her lungs were exploding
But the hand on her mouth
Was strong and unwavering
She saw her death coming
In the stream of blood flowing
Screaming her last scream
She fell to the ground
Welcoming the death
As the pain let her go
Her heart did not beat
Her lungs would not breathe
She was with the death
With no escape at all
poem by Khaulah Bilal
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Death and Darkness
The lane was dark
As she hiked through the night
She stopped when she saw the blood
Under it was the fallen girl
Then a howl tore against the night
As the hound burst into the street
Her scream echoed in the sky
As she fell with a bloodied cry
Her white clothes were red
With the stream of blood that flowed
And her eyes were wet
With the tears of death that flowed
The darkness closed in then
As she breathed her last
She was alone this time
With only the death and the dark
poem by Khaulah Bilal
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The night I tried to kill myself
The night I tried to kill myself
Was like a scary dream
A knife held to my neck
No one heard me scream
The cuts over my body
As I tried to bleed to death
It didn't seem to work
As I took a deep breathe
Theres not point living life
If it's going to hurt with pain
Death seems more peaceful
Life is like a stain
One little cut on my neck
Thats all it was going to take
I told myself I could do it
For all goodness sake
A knock on my door
Reminded me someone must care
I broke out in tears
I felt so scared
Death can seem peaceful
It can seem truley right
But for now I chose to live
As I hang on really tight
poem by Lisa French
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Buried Alive
[Venom cover]
I'm alive but dead, awake but asleep
As friend gather round and mourners they weep
My mind thinks of all the things I have done
My body is cold but my heart beat goes on
And on................and on
As they lower me down into that hole in the ground
I scream out for help but they hear not a sound
I fear at the lid, my fingers they bleed
Is this happening to me or is it just a dream
Summon the dead..........
Baphomets call...........
Blood on my hands........
"Let me out of here"
My bones are decayed, my flesh it doth rot
I'm lying in silk, take the lid off this box
My lungs gasp for air, my eyes scream for sight
I promise the rise of my body this night
Summon the dead..........
Baphomets call...........
Blood on my hands........
Screaming in torment.....
I'm felling you all......
Take heed of my plea.....
Answer my call...........
I'm gonna be free........
song performed by by Obituary
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The Death Of Mr Healy
a man i never met
met his death
fishing in a storm
on a lake near
where i grew up
at the age of ten
i saw us drown
our trashing panic
killed a part of me
i felt our fear
our lungs loaded
struggling fright
our ears exploding
the lake was sixty
something deep
’high as our church
i saw us drown
past the windows
sinking down
Christ in Heaven
to the ground
sixty something i still mourn
the death of Mr Healy.
His death made death be.
The death of Mr Healy
killed a part of me.
poem by Sean Joyce
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Only One
Broken this fragile thing now
And I can't, I can't pick up the pieces
And I've thrown my words all around
But I can't, I can't give you a reason
I feel so broken up (so broken up)
And I give up (I give up)
I just want to tell you so you know
Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one
I let go, there's just no one that gets me like you do
You are my only, my only one
Made my mistakes, let you down
And I can't, I can't hold on for too long
Ran my whole life in the ground
And I can't, I can't get up when you're gone
And something's breaking up (breaking up)
I feel like giving up (like giving up)
I won't walk out until you know
Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one
I let go, there's just no one who gets me like you do
You are my only my only one
Here I go so dishonestly
Leave a note for you my only one
And I know you can see right through me
So let me go and you will find someone
Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one
I let go, there's just no one, no one like you
You are my only, my only one
My only one
My only one
My only one
You are my only, my only one
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Dark Death
Everyone goes through dark death
It's painful, cruel, and somehow blue
Everyone suffers until last breath
Somewhere the will find a clue
Death is something you can't escape
Sooner or later you'll have to face it
Death is scary and dark like a black cape
You can't see it coming, it'll just hit
Dark death is sometimes sweet
people like it because it takes away he misery
People shoot, hit, and beat
They'll rot away like celery
Dark death is sometimes cool
but it's mostly always cruel
poem by Maria Lara
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Bow Before My Death
I lie beneath the flame this night,
I bow before my death,
He takes my hand,
And holds me close,
Death embraces me,
He says the time has come,
Beginning now meets end,
He says the fires taken me,
And now it's time to walk,
Walk the path of fates sweet song.
I lie beneath the flame this night,
I bow before my death,
The fires stripped me of my sins,
Humility my pride,
Now death guides me through the dark,
And speaks to me kind words,
'The pain has stopped,
It won't come back,
Your senses now are cleansed,
The soul has been washed clean',
He says the end is pleasure.
I lie beneath the flame this night,
I bow before my death,
Death's a man clothed in blue jeans,
A white shirt stained with blood,
Death holds a knife,
Death slits my throat,
Death is the end of my beginning.
I lie beneath the flame this night.
I bow before my death.
poem by Holly Heron
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The Black Flames
In a dream, a dream, a dream
I walked through a raging fire
With flames the blackest of black
I felt no cold nor heat by their touch
But the eyes, the eyes watching me
I felt a feeling swell and die
Saw the world in full horror
In decay and demise and death
The world is a dying place
Filled with hate, envy and greed
Upon which the blackest flames
Dance, rage and scream
With a horror they scream aloud
Like a banshee calling
To death, while death is watching
I walked through a wall of fire
Where the flames were black
Darker than the night or shadows
All the while I felt nothing
Nothing but the eyes upon me
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Death of the Poet
How can one be betrayed by death
Be cheated out of living
Hate filled heart, blood shot eyes
Cold-bloodily will be of it
Heart empty beats uneven
Let I revenge all before death
With every breath vengeful fire
Let I take my life for you
Murder the old lady shall scream
Murder from the top of her lungs
The poets dead! - triumphal wreath
I am gone now to another planet
Please if not all hold onto my words
These are but just simple genius
Manifold a great poet of the time
I cut my wrist so I can write in blood
Paint a portrait of vivid images
Pull out my vain and hung it up
What a bloody mess I have caused
Shocked as their eyes wonders
They have seen the silent murder
They have slain the poet.
poem by Obinna Nwerem
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Death is when....
Death is when my loved ones must depart
Death is a sharp pain in my heart
Death is this feeling of permanent sadness and pain
Death is when my loved ones have gone away
Death is the call to heaven or hell
Death is an eternal mansion or cell
Death is the lesson i need to learn about
Death is a loss, without a doubt
Death is this unhappy feeling i have
Death is pleasant on my behalf
Death is the day i end my life
Death is when i give up the fight
Death is happiness to the world around me
Death started when i gained my life
Death can be helped along with this knife
Death is where i shall go
Death is close, i kno
Death willl come fast
Death is vast
Death is what i see
Death lives inside of me
Death is joy to me
Death has come for me
Death is gonna take me
Death will stop my misery
Death loves my company
Death ends the pain
Death takes me on that train
Death is near
Death is finally here
Disingenuousness
Here lies another box for nature,
Carbon ready;
Black to eyes down here,
Where death is at its job.
Up there you’ll hear a rhythmic sob
Or two from living yet-to-dies –
A humming lacrimoso –
It all but cleans the eyes:
Forget it –
The dismal show of grief –
Life is only chemistry –
Our stay is only brief.
It’s we who hype it up!
Diaphragms jerk again;
The jet monotone of hearses
Feeds the disingenuousness
Of undertakers –
They seem to stare at something up ahead –
For them, it’s in the blood,
To taxi off the dead.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
The March of Death
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Death and I
When death comes
I’ll need not love –
Consumed,
No wreath or dove
Could offer me salvation,
Not when I’m no more.
A weathered stone will bear my name –
Identity of once a being
Living out existence in
A world of risk, and never seeing
Sense of why we’re here.
My genes will die away thro’ child –
Hue of eyes and hair, the way of thought,
Will quickly dim with generation –
Bow to future dominance –
Memories of provenance
Resigned to curious few.
When death comes
I’ll need not grace
Below; no grieving face
Will call my resurrection,
Not when I’m at ground –
Death and I so bound.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
D eath Crawl
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Scream
I wake up late at night
Makin' sure you're still by my side
I try hard not to make a sound
Can't help my heart it just beats so loud
So full of love I could burst
The way I feel about you girl I wanna just
Scream at the top of my lungs
Tell the whole world how much I love you
Shout it from the highest mountain
Let 'em know I found the girl of my dreams
It's pure electricity girl, you get into me
Like nobody else could
It feels so good I could scream
How can I sleep with you right there
I wanna bury my face in your long blonde hair
Moonlight falls across your skin
I fight the urge building up again
But it's too late I feel the rush
Runnin' through my body girl I wanna just
Scream at the top of my lungs
Tell the whole world how much I love you
Shout it from the highest mountain
Let 'em know I found the girl of my dreams
It's pure electricity girl, you get into me
Like nobody else could
It feels so good I could scream
Scream at the top of my lungs
Tell the whole world how much I love you
Scream at the top of my lungs
Tell the whole world how much I love you
Shout it from the highest mountain
Let 'em know I found the girl of my dreams
It's pure electricity girl, you get into me
Like nobody else could
It feels so good I could
Can't help myself I gotta
Here it comes, I wanna scream
I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself
Scream
Make me wanna scream baby
Here it come baby, I'm gonna
Scream, yeah
You scream too if you feel the need to
song performed by by Trace Adkins
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It's Death Again
It's Death again - He's always there -
Watching, waiting - e'er the stare!
Every time I look behind
Or reach to pull the window blind,
I catch a glimpse of grubby hood -
A little clue to where he stood;
The glint of light that caught the scythe.
Perhaps if I could pay a tithe…
But O! no use, he'll never go.
The adamant phantom; don't you know
He will but wait until it's time
For me to hear His fateful chime? -
The toll that claims my destiny,
To Hail: 'You're next, it has to be…'
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
The Reign of Death
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Sinner's Visit from Death
Whence the reek, the sombre clouds?
Those of billows gargantuan;
Of storms immense, blushing black,
Wishing sought of me to assess?
And have I passed? I have?
Hence I hear a knock on oak;
Unwelcomed, dullened cloak
Flowing dourly - it was a bitter breeze.
‘Have you mulled my sins? ' I ask.
‘Have you seen my impotence -
Though observe destruction at mine hands?
Forgive me, I am but Man.'
‘And are not sinners forgiven? ' I excuse,
‘Hence forgiveness avoids me of Hell?
Must my Demons of Sin revisit eternally
And reflect back on me to suffer well
The synergy of vengeance and wrath?
Are you not now pitying of my terror?
See my withering, regretful flesh -
Feel you not my tardy repentance? '
But Death just focused his stare,
That which pierced my pulseless heart,
For I was empty of remorse in all my years.
He knew that - and led me away.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Displaced
It began at birth, when she summoned
All her might against a steady rhythm
Forcing her through a dark and wet canal.
Twenty hours she held fast, until she felt
the forceps close on her head. She tried
to cry out, but her lungs and nostrils were
full of a thick, viscous fluid.
Although her eyes were closed, she felt the
Harshness of a light above, as she emerged.
Hands reached down and shoved something in
her nostrils to clear the fluid. The same hands
grasped her tiny ankles and lifted upward.
She began to retch, and felt her lungs
Empty more fluid.
A slap stung her backside forcing a scream;
She cried her first bitter tears;
Tears for the imprisonment of her spirit
Tears for the pain of physical density.
Tears of sorrow for her future death.
(To Erika)
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Time for me to slip away
You can scream as loud as you want.
But no one is around to hear you.
You can scream in the face of death.
But they wont find you untill you've breathed you last breath.
And all you can smell is the stench of death.
Empty pill bottles scattered around.
Razors lay by her on the ground.
She allways felt her life was a merry go round.
Did she allways live on a roundabout?
As she lays in her pool of blood.
Life escaping her vains.
Tablets taking their grip.
She hears her family cry in shock.
She tries to say sorry,
but the words cant speak.
As she closes her eyes for the last time.
She says silently I love you all.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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In Death, My Final Part
A tower grim; a glowering darkness,
And only brown of red the other hue
– I saw it in the distant eyes –
And yes, He knew, but focussed only
On the mortal soul of mine –
After all, He had a role to play,
And wine: my shivering blood to quaff!
If only I could Him betray –
To break the seal of destiny;
Escape the lone cacophony
That emanates from wailing minds!
Damn the fate of His – it awes and blinds!
But oh! the mighty hammer strikes a toll;
The slow approach of Him upon the knoll
Commences exudation of a dying heart.
Endorsing all, I honed my final part.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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You get angry
You get angry
thats what death does
A light
A warmth on my face
The breeze through my hair
I smell the trees
You get angry
thats what death does
A heartbeat
A silent scream
Sinking
A coldness creeps in
Shadows dance in your eyes
You get angry
thats what death does
Not a death of the flesh
A death of the heart
The funeral of love
The welcoming of silence
Where you used to whisper...
I love you
poem by Lynzi Berner
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Gentleman Junkie
Priests gathered at the graves
No souls were saved, fooling
with the young man's pain
the childs' mind had gone insane
born in heaven, raised in hell
an angel of death that never
fell, trapped in a world I never
made-I watch the sky turn black
and fade. The scene of the crime
was empty-nothing left for you
to see, but you could hear the
sound of the bodies breaking the ground
plague of zombies run away-
remember hell came today-Scream,
scream and scream again-my days
of terror shall begin-. In the
hills they beat a song of how
all was lost and - all was gone, see
the figures glowing in the night-shadows
dancing in flaming light.
song performed by by White Zombie
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