Slowly to the crypt I creep
Anticipating dusk
Waiting for the darkness
In the bitter cold and dust
Fetid air surrounds me
As the moon begins to rise
Urges strengthen, I can hear
The demons and their cries
Now the crypt is darker
I can hardly see a thing
Edging to the coffin
So the deed can now begin
I lift the lid so slowly
So underneath I spy
A lady corpse so lovely
Costumed like a bride
Body fresh yet so cold
Fingers gliding free
The deed, it must begin now
I snicker now with glee
From within my coat I draw
A knife of silver blade
Slowly I begin to draw
An artwork being made
Stale scents rising upwards
From within the broken flesh
My knife continues tracing
Through her skin and on her chest
I realise I'm mistaken
This deed is not enough
These bloodless cuts below me
In dead skin far too tough
I need a softer surface
To work at with my knife
Something full of fresh blood
Something full of life
From the crypt I'm crawling
Out into the world
Running through the graveyard
To find a little girl
Through the gates so rusty
Out over the road
Through the forest's darkness
My urges now, they grow
Climbing through a window
Standing by her bed
I watch her peaceful sleeping
Then bash her on the head
With my prize I run
And I take her to the crypt
Down into the shadows
Then I drop her on her hip
I see shes just a little one
She now begins to cry
Her perfect hair is dirty
And tears are in her eyes
Bending down to comfort her
I say 'it wont take long'
She didn't seem to understand
But I know I'm not wrong
Taking out my silver blade
I place it on her chest
Then with a simple little flick
A bleeding cut so fresh
The richness of the blood now flows
Mesmirising me
I cannot not help myself
So I am bending on my knee
I start to drink the flow of blood
Cautiously at first
But I just cannot get enough
Oh, what a new-found thirst
Sucking deeply from her veins
The blood flows into me
Her sobbing has subsided
My body feels so free
When the blood is drained
And there's none left to consume
I fall asleep beside her
The smell of rot now blooms
The darkness falls around me
And inside me aswell
I dream of meeting Satan
To drink with him in Hell
The cups of blood around us
Are gleaming in the light
I wake with dawn and know
I shall have some more tonight

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oh my god man..

you can write, i will give you that. I love the rhyming (there is a huge lack of it on metaltabs), and I can picture the sick sight in my mind. I wish I could write like that, I've only had one poem on metaltabs

i think youre an amazing poet...albeit truly disgusting.


you rhyme well! not just a bunch of random words! you should really work on music for your stories

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yeah, not bad.

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Ooooo, chills !!!!!! It's gruesome but I think you write very well. I could hear old Vinnie Price (RIP) reading it with that devilish grin.
Are you setting it to music or leaving it as a poem ? It would be cool read with music as a backdrop.

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Ahh yes, I can just picture Vincent Price reading this with eerie background music... Aww man, now you've made me wish I could ressurect people. I'll be depressed about the fact that I cant for days now..

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