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Author of horror genre
“Shame” Shame Is what I feel Even though I’m told I shouldn’t because it Wasn’t my fault Those were his Games That he made me play The things he made me do The things he made me say Trapped in his world As a… Continue Reading “SHAME”
“Sin vs. Sinner” Stare deep into my eyes And tell me what you see If you stare long enough, You’ll see the real me All curled up, lying naked on the floor I’d tell you my story But you’d be afraid of me I… Continue Reading “SIN VS. SINNER”
“The Chase” Dark Secrets Running Scared Anxious Forward Crimson Squared Forest Wasteland Trembling Scarred No escape Shape shifter Pulsating Marred
“Death Revealed” I dream of you, But you run from me. I reach out for you, But you’re just out of reach. I plead with you to touch me, But you do not hear my plea. I beg of you to come near, But… Continue Reading “DEATH REVEALED”
“Things That Make You Go Mmm, Mmm, Mmm” Things that make you go mmm, mmm, mmm A healthy heart Cut at its ripest age Cleaned and cooked to pure perfection A man’s penis sliced and diced During an erection Always a grand choice Cooked… Continue Reading “THINGS THAT MAKE YOU GO MMM, MMM, MMM”
“That Stare” That stare So blank and dark That cleft in your chin That eyebrow arch You look at me From the shadows I feel your stare Without a touch from your brows You thirst for what runs through my veins Yet, you behave… Continue Reading “THAT STARE”
“Why Were We Commanded to Love?” Why were we commanded to love one another when love leaves us vulnerable to pain? If we did not have to love, pain could not overcome. Why were we commanded to love? Why were we commanded to love… Continue Reading “WHY WERE WE COMMANDED TO LOVE?”
“I Poked You” I poked you Now, you’ve turned black And it’s spreading All down your back Up your arms I do mean you harm Down into your legs With your eyes, you beg Across your feet I laugh, you’re beat Up over your… Continue Reading “I POKED YOU”
“A Captive of My Own Mind” Pulling at me, Pulling left, Pulling right, Resisting it with all my might. Craving what my body needs, My mind has me deeply deceived. I am a captive of my own mind. A place of weakness by design.… Continue Reading “A CAPTIVE OF MY OWN MIND”
“On The Bad Days” It’s like the flash of a camera 1000 times over in quick succession over and over My mind replays the events of those nights like watching a horror show under bright lights You can’t break free from some memories so… Continue Reading “ON THE BAD DAYS”
Author P.S. Kessell 