Sadistic Poet

She grasped his shaft with silken fist,
she stroked it fast,
she kissed the tip,

[shatteredme2]

She licked the whole
Then gave a nip

Before she knew it,
drip,
drip,
drip,

[shatteredme2]

Oh ni-ice!!

[sam13]

She looked him over & said with a smile
You look like you could could last a while

Love all day,
and love all night,
she held him close,
she held him tight,

Ripped my flesh apart again,
just to see what lies beneath,
blackend soul and broken heart,
a life that cannot breath.

Tearing through tormented slumber,
another body; another number,
mustn't let it start again,
senseless bloodbath,
lingering sin,

Awakened; fevered,
sweat and tears,
killing innocence,
throughout the years,

Never stop the endless pain,
never end the blood red rain,
terror now; terror forever,
Innocent life that I must sever,

Killing onward,
It never ends,
one more night,
of endless sin,

I do not care to know the names,
it's all irrelevance; it's part of the game,
sing to them softly a lullaby,
staring intently as I watch them die.

[BLAKTOOTH]

good stuff, i wish i could rhyme half as well as you can

keep um comin::finger

ONE NIGHT OF WONDER ~ by Dragonart

Fog covered streets,
hide a secret within,
a man with a mission,
to kill all that he can,

His name brings a chill,
too all who speak it,
his name speaks of evil,
so please don't repeat it,

Joe Petal's his name,
that's the last time I'll say it,
abused by his father,
who he gladly displayed him,
his guts and his glory strung from the rafters,

He gets what he wants,
when he knows who he's after,

One night of wonder,
it comes every year,
when out walks this demon,
to destroy what we hold dear,

What was taken from him,
he takes in return,
a displays all his work,
as their souls surely burn,

Seven stitches he sews,
to hold in the flower,
a violet to replace,
the piece he devours,

Along with a poem,
a quick word or two,
just letting all know,
of the work he must do,

To give himself peace,
to kill all the pain,
one night of wonder,
let the fuckin blood rain.::sinister

Dragonart said: ONE NIGHT OF WONDER ~ by Dragonart

Fog covered streets,
hide a secret within,
a man with a mission,
to kill all that he can,

His name brings a chill,
too all who speak it,
his name speaks of evil,
so please don't repeat it,

Joe Petal's his name,
that's the last time I'll say it,
abused by his father,
who he gladly displayed him,
his guts and his glory strung from the rafters,

He gets what he wants,
when he knows who he's after,

One night of wonder,
it comes every year,
when out walks this demon,
to destroy what we hold dear,

What was taken from him,
he takes in return,
an displays all his work,
as their souls surely burn,

Seven stitches he sews,
to hold in the flower,
a violet to replace,
the piece he devours,

Along with a poem,
a quick word or two,
just letting all know,
of the work he must do,

To give himself peace,
to kill all the pain,
one night of wonder,
let the fuckin blood rain.::sinister

This is one of many pieces from a book I plan to put together of all my favorites, both old and new.

Ashes ~ by Dragonart

If I should die,
shed no tears,
for I am now,
and never here,

Ashes on my way to hell,
ashes all around me fell,

If you see me coming,
run and hide,
for if I catch you,
you'll surely die,

Ashes all around you fall,
ashes and blood against the wall,

I'll hang you,
let your body rot,
your life a memory,
soon forgot,

Ashes in the evening rain,
ashes covering the lingering stains,

I'll strip away your fucking flesh,
let the blood rain down upon your lovers face,
watch her drink the last of your retched life,
watch her taste your cunt with pure delight,

As ashes fall all around,
there is no scream,
she makes no sound,

I gut her and fuck her,
for old times sake,
O what a pair,
of lovers we make.::sinister

[Ambros]

Oooooooooo::smile

[HellAwaitsUsAll]

i didn't write this but its pretty nasty. i found it on google. it was banned in England for being too brutal:

The Love That Dares To Speak Its Name

by James Kirkup

As they took him from the cross
I, the centurion, took him in my arms-
the tough lean body
of a man no longer young,
beardless, breathless,
but well hung.

He was still warm.
While they prepared the tomb
I kept guard over him.
His mother and the Magdalen
had gone to fetch clean linen
to shroud his nakedness.

I was alone with him.
For the last time
I kissed his mouth. My tongue
found his, bitter with death.
I licked his wound-
the blood was harsh

For the last time
I laid my lips around the tip
of that great cock, the instrument
of our salvation, our eternal joy.
The shaft, still throbbed, anointed
with death's final ejaculation.

I knew he'd had it off with other men-
with Herod's guards, with Pontius Pilate,
With John the Baptist, with Paul of Tarsus
with foxy Judas, a great kisser, with
the rest of the Twelve, together and apart.
He loved all men, body, soul and spirit - even me.

So now I took off my uniform, and, naked,
lay together with him in his desolation,
caressing every shadow of his cooling flesh,
hugging him and trying to warm him back to life.
Slowly the fire in his thighs went out,
while I grew hotter with unearthly love.

It was the only way I knew to speak our love's proud name,
to tell him of my long devotion, my desire, my dread-
something we had never talked about. My spear, wet with blood,
his dear, broken body all open wounds,
and in each wound his side, his back,
his mouth - I came and came and came

as if each coming was my last.
And then the miracle possessed us.
I felt him enter into me, and fiercely spend
his spirit's final seed within my hole, my soul,
pulse upon pulse, unto the ends of the earth-
he crucified me with him into kingdom come.

-This is the passionate and blissful crucifixion
same-sex lovers suffer, patiently and gladly.
They inflict these loving injuries of joy and grace
one upon the other, till they die of lust and pain
within the horny paradise of one another's limbs,
with one voice cry to heaven in a last divine release.

Then lie long together, peacefully entwined, with hope
of resurrection, as we did, on that green hill far away.
But before we rose again, they came and took him from me.
They knew what we had done, but felt
no shame or anger. Rather they were glad for us,
and blessed us, as would he, who loved all men.

And after three long, lonely days, like years,
in which I roamed the gardens of my grief
seeking for him, my one friend who had gone from me,
he rose from sleep, at dawn, and showed himself to me before
all others. And took me to him with the love that now forever dares to speak
its name.

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