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Author of horror genre
“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 it is all to no avail.
I dream of you.
You’re shivering cold
In a long, black veil.
Written on July 16, 2018
“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 any way you like
Boiled, baked, or chicken-fried
The brains, oh, the brains
Can be made as sweet as can be
But best served like the fried onion from Applebee’s
Fingers and toes make great finger foods
Pun intended. Just boil and bake, then
Between bread you place them
Each finger and toe, without the nails, of course
You pull those off before you serve the first course
And the first course is salad
As you might have guessed
Diced intestines with small chunks of stomach
Are truly the best
Great for a stew
If you have leftovers, too
Toasted eyeballs
Can’t you see
They’re the perfect delicacy
Now, your four course meal is complete
Definitely not lacking in your choice of meats
But if a thicker, tougher meat you want to try
By all means, go for an arm, calf or a thigh.
Things that make you go mmm, mmm, mmm.
No lie!
Written on January 20, 2022
“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 as though you are shackled and chained
You want to come for me
Your thirst is unbearable
You show me your fangs
I freeze. I’m unmovable.
Even now, you don’t move.
You’re still. You stare.
I feel myself yearning for you.
“Come for me. I don’t care!”
The shadows grow darker, thicker, and wider.
With one last look into your eyes, I collapse to the floor.
People scatter and holler
But only you come forth
“Ma’am, are you okay? Are you hurting anywhere?”
I roll my head to look up at you and it’s just
That stare!
Written on January 18, 2022
“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 one another when love seems impossible for all?
If we never truly love one another, disappointments we do not suffer.
Why were we commanded to love?
Why were we commanded to love one another when love does not last forever?
If we can not love like You then no love will ever do.
Why were we commanded to love?
Written on 4/12/94
“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 head
You’ll soon be dead
Because I poked you
When you turned your back
Written on February 8, 2021
“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.
How does one break free
Break free,
When the pulling,
The craving,
The deceit,
Is Me?
Written on August 6, 2018
“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 strong they bury you
wondering what to do
Forcing them from your mind
just trying to unwind
trembling side to side
shaking, nowhere to hide
Inside your mind is a fray
not a damn word
can a person say
You put hands together
and then you pray
Because faith is all you have
at the end of the day
The only thing that keeps
the scary things away
When the darkness creeps in
and the sinners break in
Your mind can not take anymore
You’re losing it, now out of control
Get down on your knees
Raise your head high
Lift your voice
and just sing
from deep down inside
Just sing
Just sing to Him
Written on February 19, 2019
“The Bite”
Dark hair
Icy stare
Watching me
From over there
Stirring now
You seem to wonder
Your movements reflects
A natural born hunter
A howl, a bite
I changed that night
My body succumbed
To an internal fight
For blood I craved
It drove me mad
Until that deliciousness
I finally had
I ate
I fed
So many
Now dead
I didn’t care
It didn’t matter
I had to have it
The blood splattered
I’m out again
My dark hair curled
With my icy stare
To change your world
Watch out for me
For if I bite
You, too, will hunt
On full moon nights.
Written on April 6, 2021
“The Effects of Battle”
Stirring inside is a thunderstorm,
Reflected outside by scars,
scratches,
flesh all torn.
Heart broken for wrongs to be made right,
Mind seeking revenge at night,
Infinite,
Bold,
And just.
Longing for peace after such betrayal,
Wounded by the darkly veiled,
Hidden,
Yet,
To no avail.
Written on June 7, 2018
“When the End Time Comes”
My chest is open
My heart is bare
Red and raw
But you don’t care
You smash it
You beat it
You tear it apart
You don’t even notice
Just how much it’s scarred.
Each word that you say
Is a punch to the face
You don’t need your hands
To cause my red face
I am your partner, your lover, you say
But your actions cause nothing but sadness, dismay
Leave. Stay. No. I pray.
Never knowing the answer to that each day
What do I want? What do I do?
Can’t even decide if I’m afraid of you
I think I am, sometimes, ya know,
The pain you cause runs deep below
All of the nice things you’ve ever said
Can’t make up for when I’ve wished I was dead
Leave me. Quit waiting on me. Just go.
Then things would get better for me, ya know
Stop waiting on me to walk out the door.
I’m not going to do it. I’ll fall to this floor.
There’s no strength in me to just get up and leave
I just have to hope you will and believe
What is it you say about my beliefs?
That’s all that offers me a sense of relief.
Go. I’m tired. Please get out of here.
“Not ‘til you cross into hell, my dear.”
Written on July 11, 2018
Author P.S. Kessell 