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part 3 of 13 HALLOWEEN HORRORS!

Contributed by blackholesun on Sunday, 10th October 2004 @ 10:36:06 PM in AEST
Topic: Holiday Poetry



in the black hills,
blood spills,
what kills?,
this house that held the insane,
labotomy of the brain,
these spirits feel such pain,
walking down the hall,
hearing every call,and whail,
every demented tale,
a face of a doctor,wicked and pale,

with a sick procedure in mind,
lurking close behind,
biding his time untill the time is right,
a gruesome sight,

my fists clenched tight,
i cant fight,
the room of art,
where they were all torn apart,
i must see!my curious mind persist me,

i take a step inside the door,
trembling like never before,
what's instore?

i looked around,and soon i found,
the mental art,
a big cart filled with skins,
from both women and men,
i cry what a sin!
on the wall i see fingernail scrapes,
leading to the closet,
where i found the tapes,
patients lives recorded,
how vastly they were destorted,
on only what's reported,
pushed play,
listening to what they did say,q&a,
the doctor says mary,
why did you pop that blade through your chin?
she doesnt remember again
mary can you tell me of your past?
she replied fast!shrieked and broke the glass,
what more should you know,
i killed my parent with an axe,
it took each time 40 whacks,
when i was done i went to bed,
laughed at them for being dead,
i remember every stroke,
killing was easy,like a joke,
i arose and walked down the stairs,
to sit in my fathers chair,
and clean their skin bare,
i made myself a new dress doctor,
the one you did see,when they insated me,
it can not be replaced,nor can the inpression of his swolen face,
a descrace,a weakness?an eager meakness,to her voice,
speaking gently of such horrid crimes,masterminds,of an evil invention,
this happy hell,a third deminsion,
oh how they trust,the doctor and his lusts,
hidden in the walls,a sobering madness calls,
unto you asking if you are crazy too?
in this nut house,an insanity zoo.




Copyright © blackholesun ... [ 2004-10-10 22:36:06]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: part 3 of 13 HALLOWEEN HORRORS! (User Rating: 1 )
by Rxqueen on Sunday, 10th October 2004 @ 10:39:45 PM AEST
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Ick. That was creepy, but i loved it. My fav movie is House of A Thousand Corpses, and it kind of reminded me of that. Definately rated "r".


Re: part 3 of 13 HALLOWEEN HORRORS! (User Rating: 1 )
by Dorian on Monday, 11th October 2004 @ 03:45:38 PM AEST
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this is a verry oustanding peice of work, u ought 2 be writting 4 the movies instead of a poetry site, nothing against poetry sites mind u lol, verry captivating, better than some of the garbage they
pass off as movies keep up the good work . . .

Dorian : )


Re: part 3 of 13 HALLOWEEN HORRORS! (User Rating: 1 )
by Kindredblood_dragon on Tuesday, 12th October 2004 @ 06:19:43 AM AEST
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Still confused as to why you post this under holiday poetry, to dam dark for that.
Beautifully written though, graphic,gorey, an tale of insanity in its many mysterious forms, awesome poem, just like a horror, Better than the movies, cool to read.


Re: part 3 of 13 HALLOWEEN HORRORS! (User Rating: 1 )
by theMoth on Wednesday, 13th October 2004 @ 03:37:18 PM AEST
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It took me a while to get to this,
but it was worth seeking out.

Now these are just
plain addictive.
It's getting very interesting,
my fiend.

--Mothy


Re: part 3 of 13 HALLOWEEN HORRORS! (User Rating: 1 )
by deadheadpoet on Thursday, 14th October 2004 @ 03:50:05 PM AEST
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I'M SCARED NOW DAMMIT!!!Thanks alot!!!
You really are creepy sometimes sis!




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