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Author of horror genre
“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… Continue Reading “FOREBODING”
“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… Continue Reading “A GODLESS ACT”
“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… Continue Reading “THE AWAKENING”
“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… Continue Reading “WICKED”
“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… Continue Reading “THE MELTING POT”
“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”
“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… Continue Reading “THE BITE”
“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… Continue Reading “THE EFFECTS OF BATTLE”
“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… Continue Reading “WHEN THE END TIME COMES”
“Night Prowlers” Placing my hand on the damp sidewalk, Wet, gritty, rough, Not able to talk, Crawling with every bit of my strength, Stretching to make another arm’s length, Breathing heavy as I push with one leg, Remembering how he had told me to… Continue Reading “NIGHT PROWLERS”
Author P.S. Kessell 