Demons from the darkened hell
come inside my mind to dwell
tearing gnawing, trashing all
screaming out the master's call

from the deepest pits of doom
fragments of my mind comsume
eating from the inside out
ringing ears their gruesome shout

Dementing, twisting mortal flesh
drawing sacrificial breath
far behind the eyes they creep
these haunting creatures of the deep

Something from The Darker side

Tubular

i dig it~

see you go dark and i go all mushy with mine
what is going on here????

hey are ghost allowed to whrite in the dark?



nice poem

Thanks kc....hmmmmmmm....dark and mushy.....thats a mushroom......aint it??????

Ghostwriter's are only allowed to write by candlelight

maybe we need a candle emotion too

Yea....right next to the two thumbs up one......

actually....I do my best work.....in the dark......

some things i do not need to know.....

Ty MsTeddy......ummmmmmmmm and ya might wanta get your head outta your..........ummmmmmmmmm......................grill......

hehe love THAT pic.......

Thanks...S&S....and Nat

very good

awsome poem! I like it!

Hummmmmmmmm time to put the demons in the past were they belong

The Decision
The Reaper keeps the souls inside his cloak
pain stricken, they have no hope
there inside... he locks the gate
within his rib cage, for no escape
lost dreams, and only fear
there is no god, to savor the souls tears
bloodied hands now reach out
there cries are muted for they can't shout
the Reaper, has torn there tongues out
if they really knew, this would come
would they have given there soul, to the scum.



Let it out, the pain within once it's said and fades like the threads upon the pages, then you know it has been burned, all lessons here from which to learn....

To a new beginning Ghost....

mmmm, well depicted write. As for the conversation guys, hmmmm, some places even Wenches dare not wander....