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Author of horror genre
“Broken”
Emptiness
A deep hole
Hollowed out
By false promises
And shattered dreams
A hole where a heart
Once filled with laughter and joy
Used to be
Now, nothing
Nothing but pain
From lies, deceit and manipulation
No need to even hear explanations
Loss that makes you grieve like someone passed
Only noone has
I have been hurt so much
That I feel my soul is bleeding
No healing touch from God can make this better
The pain is too deep for even prayers to reach and make me whole
I fall into a pit of despair
The hands of hell catch me as I fall
I am swallowed by the depths of anger, bitterness, and resentment
My heart explodes within me
I am too broken to heal
Written on 7/28/22
“The Bath”
lying here
eyes half-closed
listening to the whispering winds
that say I told you so
heart real heavy
mind unclear
soaking in a red bath
and recalling everything that set me on this path
the ripples in the water
each a reminder of a fatal mistake in my life
‘til I lie still
making them disappear at will
head leaning to the side
eyes fully closed
wishing I could turn back time
and say this fate ain’t so
Written on 6/21/2022
“Foreboding”
I slit my veins
Black blood drains
Licking my wrist with my tongue
Freed from chains
From which my body strains
A weakening of my lungs
Freed from pain
These bodily remains
Feeling only like I’ve been stung
Freed from an idle brain
My epitaph explains,
“Upon her every word, he hung.”
Written on 5/27/2022
“A Godless Act”
Sweating profusely
One arm holding down her hands
My other hand covering her mouth
Lest someone hear
My sinful deeds I do aspire
With every second I perspire
Brushing my forehead across my arm
Her frantic struggle leading me on
Her bare teeth against my palm
But that sets off no alarms
I have her good and bound now
And right where I want her
There is no one to free her
There is no one to see her
Everything in my mind starts to blur
I take from her her innocence
For a sudden rush, an orgasmic sense
Nothing matches this feeling I have
As I remove myself from within her
With every lover the stronger I get
Ah, to be a god, my goal be met
Written on 5/27/2022
“The Awakening”
Eyes iced over
Flesh all frozen
Refrigeration for the dead
Darkness weakens
Counting sheep and
Trying to sleep but
Having no success
Ah, light by my head
Bright light shed
All over my head
Waking me up
Trying to move
Fingers following along a groove
Heartbeat stopped so abruptly
Head pops and snaps
Then neck just cracks
Awakening of a new soul
Hunger and thirst increase
Gnashing teeth and
Licking lips
As I break free from death’s grip
Someone’s here
Someone’s with me
Oh, how I love their scent
It’s so delicious
I long to lick him
So I get up
I creep up behind him
He turns and goes nuts
He runs from me
But I can’t let him go
I have to taste him
I bite off his nose
That is when
I lose all control
I fight with him
And pull him down
Hunger insatiable
In death, I’m unstable
Doomed to wander ‘til I’m free
Morgue door opened
My freedom chosen
Now, headed down these ravaged streets
I couldn’t stop biting him
Once he was on the ground
Back bone deep, I am bound
No heartbeat in me
Yet, I thrive
But it’s obvious
I’m not alive
When I’m done
I walk, I wander
I just feed
No time to slumber
Continuously moving forward
For whatever reason
To whatever end
Into the dark
I do descend
For forever, my eternity
“Wicked”
Wicked eyes
You stare at me
I know your intent
You don’t scare me
Wicked soul
You long for me
I know what you want
You can’t have me
Wicked mind
You dwell on me
I know what you think
You don’t know me
You reach for me with your claws
You tighten your grip around my neck
You rip, you tear, you maul
You leave me bleeding, a real train wreck
Wickedness now in my eyes, my soul and my mind, too.
You have made me into another you.
Written on 5/6/2022
“The Melting Pot”
Spoils, spoils
The pot, it boils
Full of angst, hatred and despair
Tip the pot
Disturb the balance
And shake the world of its cares.
Spoils, spoils
A heavy boil, people toil
With no success for their deeds
So we go about,
We plant our seeds
In the nasty, filthy soil
Spoils, spoils
An overflow, an eruption
All have reached their wit’s end
Turn down the flame
Remove the pot
Or all the world will end
Written on 5/9/2022
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 modern day sex slave
They found pictures and videos too
The things I am doing in them are repulsive
Leaving me full of disgust
Yet, I watch some of them looking over those
Pictures and videos and trying hard to cover
Their arousal from just viewing them
They are no better than the creep who did this to me
One of them talks to me
About what a beautiful job I’m doing
But what does that mean?
Does he not understand that I feel so unclean?
They shake hands with my keeper
And walk towards the door
One blows me a kiss
And it becomes quickly apparent
That rescuing me is not what they came for
“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 curl up around my knees
As you watch on curiously
My spine cracks, snaps
My bones look bare
Your look is so intense
You don’t break your stare
My stringy, damp hair hangs over my face
The sounds that you hear
Are like an animal being chased
Surrounded by water, filling up fast
On my hands and knees now
How long will I last?
I turn toward you
Head held down
I reach out for you
You start to drown
Still staring deep into my eyes
Bloodshot, the sinner cries,
Tears fall from your eyes
Just before your soul dies.
Head tilts. Neck pops. Spine cracks.
And I move on.
“The Chase”
Dark
Secrets
Running
Scared
Anxious
Forward
Crimson
Squared
Forest
Wasteland
Trembling
Scarred
No escape
Shape shifter
Pulsating
Marred
Author P.S. Kessell 