In
Darkness
We
Play
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Copyright
© 2010 Lee Pletzers
Copyright © 2010 E.A. Irwin
Copyright ©
2010 Lori R. Lopez
Copyright © 2010 John Irvine
Copyright ©
2010 Aline S. Iniestra
Cover art copyright © 2010 Lee Pletzers
Published by Triskaideka Books at Smashwords
ISBN
0-9582893-5-1
EAN-13 97809582893-5-1
FIFTEEN DARK / HORROR POEMS
Aline S. Iniestra
Despair
Trapped
under this skin
Which swallows my whole life,
Hiding the true
feelings
I cannot let out.
My
soul’s been broken,
Darkened, left to die.
A soul that wants
to get loose
And wander only by your side.
A
soul in search of revenge,
With a sense of dying
With no issues
still to arrange.
My
skin is getting ragged, dry and old
For this soul cannot just fly
off.
In its trying so hard to escape
My whole body starts to
fall into pieces...
And fade away.
The
heart is there, almost to the last beat;
My lungs are sighing
their last breath;
My eyes, with no tears left to shed.
I
am now a dead alive;
Nothing is vibrant and no one would come
by,
Since I have no voice to scream for help,
To scream a
name,
To scream my last words of despair.
I
slowly die alone,
But I still have a soul.
In some minutes a
free soul you will see...
And it always your name will scream.
Varnya Part 2
(One
more time)
SHE wanted to die,
Had no will now to fight.
HE
wanted her death
Taken by his own hand.
SHE
screamed
“Kill me at once!”
HE
said
“Your desire is my command”
SHE
waited in fear,
In hate, ready to deceive.
HE
smiled... oh so merciless.
He touched HER. She seemed so
careless.
The
pounding of the hearts...
Whose heart will beat last?
Hands
tied, tears falling down...
Laughter so loud, it all was so foul.
SHE
started to talk:
“Come here, I am all yours,
I surrender onto
your will,
Come closer,
Do your deed... and kill”
HE
looked at HER and thought
“Such a disgrace.
SHE’s willing
to die.
Has nothing to fight for,
A very easy task”
HE
grabbed HER neck,
Told her
“Here you are going to stay.
You
will live tied up here,
Lonely creature in despair.
Tied
to your own misery,
Lack of spirit, void inside,
Wretched
maiden with a dead heart.”
SHE
was left alone.
The dark room, the smell of blood.
Tears
stopped, the will overcomes.
HER screaming started now,
“Continue, do not halt”
SHE
could now run free,
But where would SHE ever go?
HE heard all
the noise.
Came in, saw her eyes full of passion.
“SHE’s
gone mad!
Like an animal SHE is now.
And SHE will die
From
madness and wrath”
HE
could not let it happen:
Suffer she had to live.
SHE jumped
over HIM.
Kissed HIM... HE cried.
HER
tender eyes touched his heart.
HE thought SHE loved HIM...
How
could HE think that?
Enchanted he was by the sudden
Charm of
this animal.
Playing
games, luring HIM,
Control SHE had
Over her more wicked means.
Finally
THEY embraced each other.
HE thought HE had saved HER;
SHE
thought “HE is dead now”
HER
madness was working,
HER dark soul was lurking,
HIS heart began
to love,
HIS hope was oh so wrong.
HER
sharp nail stuck into his vein;
HIS eyes wide open.
HIS words
were unspoken,
HER smile was now HIS.
“I
was the real evil;
You were only an aspirant.
I kiss you good
night now.”
HE
died of deception;
Tricked and mistreated.
Mocked and so
lonely,
SHE was ready to leave him.
“Now
I can die.
You were killed
By the vampire you once loved.
I
hate my condition,
But I had to come first.
A
vampire never dies,
But me....
I was already dead inside.
Now I can die”
I’m happy
It’s
windy and cold
I’m tired and old.
I’m
out on the porch
Feeling happy and alone.
It’s
only me now,
They all have been wiped
From this dreadful
town
Which is burying me alive.
But
I do not want to die;
I do not want a friend;
I do not want to
smile;
I’m just hungry, I starve.
I’m
sitting here out on the porch,
On the dirt, on the blood
Of my
friends and my dogs.
I said I was sorry, but my stomach hurt.
So
now it’s just me;
Bodies all around;
I have plenty of
flesh
Although it’s all on the ground.
Raw
and putrid
Mixed with worms,
Flies and fluids…
And God
knows what more…
But
I feel happy
To be on my own.
To be a good hunter,
Be able
to live long.
So
please if you’re reading
Feel free to join me,
There’s a
fine feast here,
You can choose human or doggie.
Crooked She
Towards
the door she was creeping;
Ragged dress and a stained face;
Hurt
knees and twisted wrists.
Tried to smile but she showed just a
smirk.
Head
inclined and eyes far gone;
Dark the room, dark her soul.
A
creature so unknown,
Lonely and disturbed.
She
got to the door,
All tired and worn.
Laid on the floor and
thought:
“This is too much!”
She
grabbed a paper
And there she wrote:
“My
mind is twisted,
My body is crooked,
Darkness surrounds me,
No
one will find me.
Here
they have left me.
Pain’s all I feel.
How long will I this
live?
I cannot die!
I cannot live!
Fear is around!
Crawl’s
all I do!
Creature
of darkness
With no name attached.
Someday I’ll smile
Be
happy at last...
I hope...
Sebastian
His
eyes shed tears
For his lost little love:
A pretty girl in a
white robe;
He’s only ten years old.
He
stumbles on the snow,
Passes houses by,
Sits under a tree
That
shares his lost and cries.
He
saw her die;
Snow painted in red,
Hi soul painted in black
…
He cannot understand.
Now
he has decided
To say nothing more;
He cuddles with the
tree
And hopes to meet his love.
The
night embraces him
And the moon lights up his fading eyes:
“Such
little creature
That wish I will grant”
So
he slept with the tree
And the moon disappeared,
And the sun
with his warmth
Could not bring him to life.
Now
he’s gone to join
His beautiful found love;
Two little
children
Kiss somewhere beyond.
A shadow’s lament
I’ve
seen the world be close to its end,
People be born and die by my
side,
Felt everything so deep in my heart,
Kissed so many
ladies, had only one child.
My
eyes keep secrets and fear rots my soul;
My heart is so worn that
I can’t feel no more.
My hands remember all kinds of skins…
This
life’s been too long, almost a terminal disease.
Innocents
I’ve killed;
Guilt lives inside of me;
Love is no longer for
me;
Like a robot I am... I just… live…
Hundreds
of years, hundreds of tears,
Hundreds of smiles, millions of
lives.
I should stop now; there’s no place for me…
not in
this life.
Shadows
surround me of those whom I’ve bled;
I have even made a shadow
of myself!
Nothing is beautiful, I’ve seen it all.
I want my
maker to finish me off!
I
call you with my heart… I am on my knees;
My ruby tears come out
in sorrow and grief;
I lay on the floor now, naked, alone.
I’ll
wait for you to bleed my life and my soul.
“Now
I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
If I
die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take.”
And
so the sun shone all over him;
He vanished fast; may he rest in
peace.
His soul, the Lord, his maker…his son…
Those shadows
witnessed that he’s finally gone.
All
that was left was a stain on the floor
of the torture he endured,
of the pain that he bore.
In darkness he dwelled, but where has he
gone?
His shadow remains; I’ve seen it lurk…
Howling for love
Lydia
was walking on the grass
Looking at the
mountains that were far
Hoping for the day when he will come
And
take her to the darkness, where she belonged.
She
was married to a king
That would never let her be.
Incarcerated
when the sun came out,
Awake and lonesome in the night.
Franco
took her young
When she refused to go,
And made her a
werewolf.
What for? Her life was doomed.
The
king enjoys his life,
The wife longs for ending hers,
At least
be treated well
Or set her free, in the woods forever live.
She’s
running free now
And no one’s after her,
No one judges her
No
one‘s chasing her.
She’s
the hunter now,
She makes the rules.
She sees him standing
“my
dearest king i will feed on you”
And
both run towards the farthest cave
Upon the mountains, passing the
frozen lake,
The dead flowers and the enchanting breeze.
All
that was heard was a howling of pleasure and grief.
“You
wanted to be with me,
I wanted to be free.
Now your blood is
mixed with mine,
I am no longer a pastime.
Your
body stays here and soon will disappear.
I will run boundless,
wander naked,
Not caring for my state, no regrets towards you, my
slave.
Here it ends. I love you. I hope you understand.”
Insane love
The
piano sounded loud.
Her laments she
cannot hide.
His hands try to reach her now,
But she refuses to
feel alive.
The
piano with sad tunes
Is coming up to angry screams.
The tension
in the room
Is ripping off their spirits.
She
falls down to the floor
And tears her hair in such despair
That
he gets petrified
With all the insanity and all the pain.
“She
used to be an angel
That cared for me and smiled.
She’s now
just a wicked woman
That cant’ feel and can’t love me back”
“I
am crazy now, It burns inside!
I don’t know who I am; I think I
loved you once.
I know I’m going to die; what has hurt my
heart?
Don’t look at me that way, just don’t be scared!”
Each
of them rolled up on a corner,
Fearing for each other, attempting
to finish the lover.
“She’s insane, my heart aches. This needs
an end.”
“He looks at me. What does he want? He will hurt me.
Someone will die.”
And
filled with despair, fear and regret,
Jemina and Zohar ran towards
the other,
With furious eyes and a so broken heart
To kill each
other and avoid to suffer.
And
so both lovers lay dead on the carpet,
With tears on the face, a
mark on their necks,
Expressions of lost, a sparkle in their
souls
For both were removed from such a big sorrow.
The
piano now stops and all that is left
is the echo of the keys, the
remnant of a kiss,
the memory of love, insanity and blood.
The Viking
Courageous,
deceitful,
Old and cold.
And so self
involved,
It seems he lacks a heart and a soul.
A
lonely vampire
Of one thousand years.
A fierce violent
creature
Who loves to play games.
All
of a sudden he shows his pain,
He gets to surrender; he’s
feeble, half dead.
He begs and gets on his knees,
He tries to
hold on but the end now begins.
His
father has spoken:
“The sun…. it’s my time”
The pain
becomes stronger,
The Viking now cries.
Red
tears of thick blood,
Loud laments destroy his soul,
The
pleading pierces his heart,
There’s no solution, his father will
die.
A
Viking vampire now we see,
In human conditions of suffering and
grief.
A vampire’s defenseless,
Whose heart is now broken; he
feels isolated.
Heart
breaking it is to see him cry:
He’s now just like a little
child!
Vampires
do have a soul
And a heart that can love.
Their feelings they
hide
But in crucial moments, control they don’t have.
That
is their weakest point:
Losing the beloved, the maker, the lord.
This
Viking was seen in his sensitive side.
He’s left alone, his
maker has died.
All that remains are the drops on the floor
Of
so many blood tears of one more lost soul.
Engel
I
come from the darkness.
All I have is my violin and my doll.
My
dress is dirty and my soul is old.
I come from the darkness
Into
the light…
Let’s see what happens.
I can smile but don’t
believe it’s true.
I can sing but maybe you won’t like my
tunes.
I can love but I don’t know If such thing exists.
I
can curse, so a witch I might be.
You
can call me as you like.
No name to me has been attached.
There’s
no home I can go to
But you are always welcome to this culture.
A
culture of the lost ones
Where madness reigns.
Where laughter’s
painted in black
And light’s transparent and far.
A
culture of survival
And not caring for what comes.
A culture of
promises lost in a world…
A world where no one gets a hold of.
I
give you a smile and keep walking.
You pass me by and don’t
realize
That this creature has written your name
In a place
where we’ll meet again.
Living doll
She
is a doll and lives all alone,
Dumped in the woods, covered by
worms,
Eyes nonexistent, owner grown up.
Dirt
and time have made her creepy
When she used to be so pretty;
What
a sad scene … I see her melancholy.
I
took her with me, but never tried to fix her;
I feel something
when I touch her worn out hands
And look into her empty
eyes.
Never
cleaned her up: dirt and cracks are part of her whole;
She sits by
the window and yet she glows
With the sun, with the moon, but more
with her own inner gloom.
She
reminds me of my dead daughter
Who was just as pretty and
small,
With a similar doll, with a charm of her own.
She
died in my arms three years ago.
Perhaps that is why I love this
little doll.
I’ve missed her since; I’ve felt lonely and lost.
I
am a man with an ancient sad doll,
Who wanders around in his
lonesome house,
Feeling just as the doll looks on the outside.
It’s not only that she reminds me of my little Hania.
It’s
just that my eyes lack a soul,
It’s just that my hands are dry
for missing her touch,
It’s just that my heart feels wounded and
old,
It’s just that this doll is my portrait: she depicts my
inner look.
I’m
like a doll that lives all alone,
Dumped in the woods, covered by
worms,
Soul nonexistent, grown up, a fool.
Spoken doom
He
walks fast, all self-involved
With
his long red leather coat,
Stomp
- stomp – stomp
His
tall black heavy boots call.
Marches
to his heart beat,
Chases
her among the towers,
Breaths
the smell of blood,
The
sweet aroma of evil love.
Boom
– boom – boom
Her
heart pounds to his pace,
Her
screams cannot be free,
She
runs and turns and finally trips.
And
there she is right at his feet;
His
laughter resounds through the entire sanctuary,
The
echo of her life is now vanishing;
Her
days are ending, black tears she is shedding.
Clap
– clap – clap
He
smiles for this girl’s big fight.
No
victory she could find,
And
now love is the topic at hand.
“Love – love – love … I have no heart.
I
am dead but I want you by my side.
Don’t
think that I love you,
I
just want to be satisfied.”
Cry
- cry – cry …
“I’ll
die before I become your wife.
I
do have a heart
That’s
fighting to keep its life”
He
ripped off her dress
And
made her his own;
He
bit her white neck
And
she died covered in dirt.
“Well
– well –well …
Now
come and marry me,
Be
my satisfaction, now you are free.
Your
words were my command, and I got you killed.”
“Damn
– damn – damn … you!
My
words took me to this horrible end;
Immortal
I am and feel such distress.
Stomp
– stomp – stomp … I’ll walk with you.
Escape
In
her black dress and red lips
She
is dancing among the trees.
Round
and round she floats with the air …
Her
heart is fighting all despair.
The
dead leaves creak in delight
Along
with the tears about to dry
For
the wind and her laughter
Try
to swallow all pain and darkness.
“You
feel alive now
But
it’s only a disguise.
You
cannot escape
What
has become of your life.”
She
dances harder – please!
She
sings her heart out – live!
Her
soul is fighting – ache!
The
creature’s screaming – stay!
Too
much will to avoid her doom
Makes
her body blend with the woods:
Creaking
and breaking, wrinkled and cold,
Caught
in a place where only time calls.
“Stop
fighting and come to me;
You
have no choice but to give in.
I’m
here waiting for you to submit
To
my wishes and life, and you will be free.”
“I
want to be free but not next to you;
You
gave me darkness but it won’t be my tomb;
Won’t
stay in oblivion since I still possess
My
soul and my heart although in darkness they dwell.”
And
she feels alive now mixing with the dark
Of
the nature around her,
And
the sun that rises,
And
the smile that appears
On
her vanishing lips.
Now
she sings in the wind
And
travels through the leaves;
Now
she’s the tree outside his door,
That
watches him live in his forgotten world.
I smile
Her
smile is everywhere
And she just can’t
believe it.
“I’m walking towards you,
You better step out
or I’ll kill you”
He’s
standing and won’t move,
She’s ready to continue and stomp
him.
“Feel the beat of my heart
Going to 130bmp; going crazy,
ready to feast.”
She’s
almost running, her eyes fixed on his.
Her hair is floating as her
blood is boiling.
“This leather coat and these black boots
are
just the shell of the evil creature you built.”
He’s
not moving but feels scared.
This woman in black is taking him
down.
“Smile, walk, feel, enjoy…
Move, no? cry, die.”
Her
thoughts are fuel and her happiness is rude.
They’re face to
face, dancing to death.
“Feel my nail ripping your vein,
Your
neck is bleeding, is begging, is pale.”
He
has no words, he’s falling now,
She’s smiling more, he had
been warned.
“It’s
been always me, this smile is my pride.
This blood in my boots and
the taste in my tongue
Of your filthy blood are feeding my joy.
Her
smile is everywhere
And she just can’t believe it.
“I
walked towards you,
Now I walk away, with traces of you left in my
boots”
I’ll be there
The
mud is so cold and is feeding my veins;
I’m
laying here, eyes wide open, the moon witnessing my pain.
“Where
have you left me?
Why am I bleeding?
Can someone please help
me?
I think no one can hear me”
Leaves
are falling and covering my body,
Mixing with my heart’s blood,
infecting my agony.
“Is
there a hand I could hold if I die?
Is it death that ray in the
sky?
I feel like burning, like ashes inside;
Am I really going
to die?”
I
see black, I bleed red,
I feel blue, everything’s grey.
“Now
I remember your face,
You smashing my life,
Looking at me
sadly,
Saying it was my time”
The
wind blows harder freezing my eyes;
My soul’s getting restless,
it wants to fly.
“I
fight for my life, but how much is there left?
These are only my
thoughts, I don’t know my name.
You called me a demon, and
stabbed me in the heart,
You said it was evil and I had to die.
Well
this is the end, I’ve lost all hope.
The wind is taking my soul.
But somehow I know…
I’ll
go back to you. If I am a demon, I’ll be there for you.
Mud is
my blood now, wind is my transport…
Revenge is my aim, and you are in my game.”
FIFTEEN DARK / HORROR POEMS
E. A. Irwin
Color of a Bruise
Anxious
yellow pushes against
unforgiving gray,
inharmonious color
painted
on an obstinate sky
refusing cloud or blued
perfection,
gone is the cerulean wonder of yesterday,
replaced
by a murky, limitless void.