In the late hour...

Seated high on a tower...

Is a creature of the night..

Ready to give a nasty fright..

One being moves in the dark,

Walks past the park~

The monster hears the heart beat, his favorite part.

Wings not too far sway-

They head towards the human’s way....

In one swing~

Of the gargoyle’s wing...

The human is taken,

It’s body shaken.

The Sun rises....

Gargoyle goes back to sleep....

In a pile of dead bones-

Not just a pack, but~a heap.

you...

yes you

who says later

...I SEE You...

later

after awhile

splitting this grimace

a while

as if longer

claws and fangs grown

longer

to delay me

from killing time

not me

me...

#ChillingDarkSinister #Challenge

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Breathe in the intoxication,

Take your medication,

Prepare for the initiation,

Savor the suffocation.

Are you crazy? Join the club.

Gotta be crazy to rise above.

Listen to the voices, lose control.

Become your inner animal.

These are the beautiful voices,

Showing you how to make your choices

Let us control your body.

Now we've made your blood stop clotting.

We may drive you crazy,

Voices so loud, make you dizzy.

But we're your only family,

And without us, you're so lonely.

You try to resist, we give a tug.

We feed off of your soul, and your blood.

Your illness is all of us,

And your sadness is so, so delicious.

Do what we tell you. Cut yourself.

Put body parts on your closet shelf.

You can't speak, you can't tell,

Your eyes are burning, and your face has started to melt.

I am the voice

Inside your head.

Can you hear me?

Do you want to be dead?

We know you're scared

Not like your other family had cared.

Look, they dared to leave you,

Because our teeth we bared.

WE are your demons,

But we love you, give in.

Into temptation.

We'll control the nation.

WE are your demons,

Your brains are seeping.

Give into temptation.

This is damnation.

Hold your breath.

Refusal is instant death,

Trying to escape is a dead end.

We're a gaping wound that'll never mend.

You are bound,

In chains.

Out your head,

Seeps your brains.

Don't fight.

We're always right.

Taking the night.

Losing your sight.

Fill up the bathtub.

Plop in it with a thud.

Feel the danger in your gut.

You are out useless mutt.

Defy, we'll make your head pound.

Throbbing and aching in angry sound.

You're in chains, in a prison cell.

On your way to our hell.

Try to say no, we'll make you feel senile.

Up your throat rises the bile.

Blood and instestines laying on bathroom tile.

Here're the keys to insanity, turn up the dial.

You're starting to give way.

Listen to what we say.

Do what we tell you today.

Your will has FINALLY decayed.

We gave you what you seek.

We fed and you became weak.

Strong will became meek,

Blood from your eyes leak.

And.....

Breathe in the intoxication.

Forget your medication.

This is your initiation.

We love you.

We love you.

We killed you, because you savored the suffocation of these

Beautiful voices.

I drank in his heat

and gave him my warmth

guzzled his rosy potions

blind to my fate.

I swallowed him whole

wings unfolded inside.

Insidious darkness

spilled twisted love

time bombs ticking

cold stone slab of my belly.

Frostbitten, forsaken

wires crossed

timed to explode.

Fingers of fear

knife blade fingernails

clawed my soul.

Wicked hands

smashed my bones

rendering shattered shards.

Slayer of truth

sinister hands of time.

Death lurking around corner

fetid breath stench,

wicked laugh, bitter taste.

Devil’s toilet bowl

spews sinister spawn

new generation,

budding within.

cripple thoughts

sane mistakes

a fresh murder

for the main course

sharpened scissors

pointy ends

the blades slip right through you

wished you would have said no?

gentle smiles

and pleasing nods

play pretense to the cops

no, officer

I didn't know him

yes, officer

I am sure

no, your honor

I was out of town last night

yes, your honor

I know perjury is a crime

alibi strong

an angel face to match

I in fact

had committed

the perfect crime

And do you know why?

because everybody lies.

She hunts in the dark. It is her realm. In it she is queen, empress, death incarnate, and god undisputed.

When she takes someone, all you hear is their scream cut short by the splatter of blood and the snapping of bone. Come morning, you find not but a pink smear where she licked up their fluids. That, and perhaps a shoe. The rest belongs to her.

Darkness is her realm and so we keep to the light.

There were more of us in the beginning. Now, there are only as many as the light can shelter. Enough light to keep the night at bay, to keep her at bay. It usually works.

We hear her pacing beyond our dim courage. Hissing lies, whispering truths. Offering threats and deals and promises. We are safe in the light, but frightened men do frightful things.

We threw Jermey to her. After what she told us he did to that little girl, it was as much as he deserved. Only later did I come to wonder if it was true.

She drove some mad, whispering of their misdeeds, telling secrets she couldn't possibly know. The others she taunted without mercy. Picking at imagined faults. Undermining their resolve. She did neither to me. I was special. She told me as much.

Our conversations began during an unremarkable twilight. She had been silent to me for so long. Morbid curiosity prompted me to speak to the woman in the night. Her voice was gentle, reasonable. Try as I did, I never got an answer on who or what she was. She always guided the conversation back to me. My dreams, my desires, my hopes, my fears. I told her all.

She listened. She was so very good at listening. I poured out my soul and she lapped it up.

There are others like us, other camps. Strongholds of humanity. We talk to one of them over a CB radio we scavenged. They are holed up in a factory in Ohio, hiding from a similar terror. Best we know, the whole world belongs to her kind, whatever the hell she may be.

I lost something in our conversations. Some part of me faltered, as if my soul had turned to smoke and ash. My mind was no longer my own. She told me what to do. And I did it, for her.

In the middle of night, bright bulbs burning, I flipped a switch and invited the night in.

Screams and gunshot. Cries of terror. Shattered bones. Then she found the children.

She savored them.

I listened from a distance as my mistress worked through them, mindful that their shrill cries should distress me. I wondered at that, how she had changed me, how she had made me more. It was nearly dawn before she was through.

She slithered to me in absolute darkness.

"You," she caressed my ear with a voice as sweet as honey. "you too will hunt in the dark."

I felt her kiss, tasted the sweet blood on her lips. She took me, body and soul. She poured in the darkness and I was reborn.

Sitting on the porch watching worlds collide

And wondering if the truth will be classified

Sipping a mint julep; knowing I should be horrified

Though I would consider that undignified

Gazing at the players moving their pawns

Fighting against destiny to become icons

Listening to the warriors singing their songs

And to the clanging of iron and bronze

I, the master puppeteer, watch with glee

As I make the once civil act so beastly

I have made them eat the fruit of the poison tree

And bent their will to suit my idiosyncrasy

I am the dulcet whisper in your ear

That tempts and beckons you year after year

I cajole with lies and caress with fear

I am the master puppeteer, the vile engineer

Chilling, twisted darkness with sinister intent,

no time to argue exactly what was meant.

Recently, something in you snapped and bent,

and if nothing changes you’ll never again feel content.

Chilling.

Launch a swift attack,

or you’ll never have a chance to fight back.

There’s no one else who can pick up the slack,

so it’s up to you if you ever bounce back.

Dark.

To engage the enemy you can’t see,

there’s no place you can hide for safety.

There’s never any certainty,

but no time to tread carefully.

Sinister.

It’s an internal war,

a battle without the blood and gore.

Still, you won’t return to who you were before,

but no one else will understand this metaphor.

In the arms of midnight,

I cannot fight,

I fall,

When the dark comes hungry.

As silence ensues,

The broken muse,

I lie,

When the dark comes hungry.

Here whispers hell,

A soul to sell,

I weep,

When the dark comes hungry.

But tears will dry,

And heart will cry,

I am not I,

When the dark comes hungry.

For when soul dies,

The cold will rise,

I tremble,

When the dark comes hungry.

No flame burns,

Nor soul yearns,

I feel not,

When the dark comes hungry.

Here I stand again,

And recall not the times when,

I felt a fire,

When the dark came hungry.

Now I know no pain,

I am not sane,

I am dead in living,

When the dark comes hungry.

For if I feel I know,

The terrible truth of soul,

I flee the light,

When the dark comes hungry.

And embrace now the shade,

Feel not but the blade,

I smile,

When the dark comes hungry.

Here I rest in the darkness,

And know I am heartless,

For I am the dark,

Whent he dark comes hungry.

“1,2,3,4...I am knocking on your door. 5,6,7,8...Why do you keep me out so late? 9, 10...Should I ask again?” A voice asks, leaving even the wind breathless.

“What do you want!” A young voice shouts, it’s voice squeaky and high-pitched, clearly belonging to a child frozen in terror.

”I just want to play.” The voice whines, now sounding like a young girl’s.

”No! GO AWAY!” The boy yells, before a series of clicks can be heard. The door was now locked.

”1,2,3,4...Is that your answer, are you sure? 5,6,7,8...You had your chance, it’s now too late. 9, 10...Here I go again”

With little effort, the door unlocks and flings wide-open. At it’s entrance is a boy with dirty blonde hair. He is cowering as the wind whips his hair and the darkness chills his bones. He glances up as the figure crosses the threshold. “Please, I didn’t do it. I really didn’t.”

The figure gazes at the boy with both pity and disgust before grabbing him by the arm and pulling him to his feet. The boy cries in terror, his parents in the living room oblivious to the scene. “You are guilty, no matter what you say.”

”No! PLEASE, NO!” The boy begins to scream, but as soon as his mouth opens, the figure shoves her hand down his throat and with her nails, digs out the boy’s Hyoid bone. Causing the child’s throat to collapse and rendering him speechless. With the newly attained bone, she pulls her hand back out and drops his body to the ground.

”1,2,3,4...When I knock, answer the door. 5,6,7,8...Never, ever keep me out late. 9, 10...Shall I repeat again?”

The boy, now clutching his throat shakes his head from side-to-side. With a last look at the boy, the figure leaves. Closing the door behind her as the moon shone in the night, she moved onto the next house. Wondering if they kept their promise...

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