Poems

Devil’s Playground80s sleaze, seductive rock, dark desireShe walks the line where angels dare to treadHer lips are poisoned, yet you want wh’s deadEvery glance is a bullet, every touch is a sinYou’ve crossed the line, now you can’t winWelcome to the devil’s playgroundWhere every secret’s lost and never foundShe’ll lead you down to the darkest […]

Deadlights in the Shower Drain I haven’t slept since the last scream.The tiles still echo things I’ve seen.I blink and she’s back–head on wrong, smile too wide,she hums the hook of a song I never survived. I carved “LEAVE” in the steam againbut the mirror just spelled “STAY” with a grin.My fingers bled but the

Devil’s Contest It started with a whisper. Now it’s louder than screams.The devil’s calling from the edge of your dreams.You’ve seen the shadows where the light can’t reach.They’ll steal your soul, but they’ll never teach. A bloodstained floor with a twisted grin.Every step you take, you’ll never win.The door’s been closed but the voices shout,and

Devil’s Last Dance The clock strikes midnight, the shadows creep.Dancing with the devil in the dead of sleep.Her lips are red, her smile is sharp.She pulls me closer, ignites the dark. Her fingers trace the edges of my skinand for the first time, I’m drawn in.The marks she leaves are deeper than death.Each breath I

Dark BeneathThey twist the air, the bunnies—cute only in stories for the young,But here, beneath the crawlspace, the pretense is stripped, innocence is wrung.Their breath chills the furnace, their claws nick the pipe,They drag the day’s peace under with them, feed on fear through the night.Whiskers twitch with malice as they rehearse tonight’s attack,Gnawing holes

Cotton-Tail Massacre (Prose)Beneath the suffocating mantle of a starless sky, where the last vestiges of hope withered in the air and the moon offered only a cold, indifferent stare, the world became a charnel house crafted by paws and malice. The massacre was not heralded by thunder or plague, but by the sinister silence broken

Dancing with the Devil I stumbled into the dark. She whispered my name.A laugh that echoed like a twisted flame.Her eyes were hollow, her touch was cold,but the devil’s dance was worth its toll. Her lips were sweet with poison, a deadly kiss.I couldn’t resist the thrill, the abyss.We swirled together in a waltz so

Cotton-Tail Massacre (Prose)Beneath the suffocating mantle of a starless sky, where the last vestiges of hope withered in the air and the moon offered only a cold, indifferent stare, the world became a charnel house crafted by paws and malice. The massacre was not heralded by thunder or plague, but by the sinister silence broken

Carnival of Demons Deep inside the twisted machineryof the darkest available thought,a place where the demons run an open-air market,selling what they’ve brought. Voices like a hypodermic going straight into the vein,wrecking every circuit I had carefully maintained for sane. They put on quite the exhibition of crooked grins and practiced claws,feeding on the hunger

Carnival of Unchanging I woke up inside a television maze,every channel screaming my name in waves,news anchors bleeding from the eyes,laugh tracks syncing to my cries. They fed me pills shaped like memories.I swallowed childhoods, I pissed out dreams.The doctor winked with a glitch in his smile,said “Reality’s dead, just stay here awhile.” I talked