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theperfectblack · **Sable of Night: Collection of Dark Poetry -** 03-01-07

Fear of knowledge leaves the flesh as you sink into the pleasure of the night.
Feeding on lust, you bring into you the power of thought; a collective of dreams and desires stir.

Sweating beneath the silver moon, breathing in the air, you catch the scent of a lost, walking the earth as a damned soul.
Pity does not know you, in your mind you ration out the cause and effect.

Give peace to this wonderer and in return feed. As it asks for mercy you find that mercy is beyond your deed. Held here by decades of torture, you unleash yourself upon this bodiless creature tasting all that is nothing.

Does it not please you to see yourself on all fours like the animal that you are? Satisfaction does not come easy, toy with it, make it beg for you to come into it. Drool at the thought of having its remains bind with your rotting flesh.

Time is short, the sun grows near. Bite down into oblivion and merge with the abyss. Blind eyes to right and wrong, dine on its bounty.

It was created for you, with your design in mind, it longs to be apart of you. Smell its cry, its loneliness. Ignore the reflection of the mirror , do not let it distract you.

Be a God, kill the very thing that you have become.

theperfectblack · 03-01-07

Barb wires swinging from heaven,
Chains rattling calling the seven,

Leather cuffs squeezing tight,
Suffocating making black as night,

Covered eyes sees the fear,
Wasting only a single tear,

Begging please to be let go,
Ingoring all cries, its time for the show,

Take the razor make it shine,
Or better yet rust is fine,

Cut it deep, cut it clean,
Listen as the blood scream,

Little droplets hit the floor,
Stop to look then cut some more,

Making light of any pain,
Suffering is what it wants to gain,

Wounds will heal, but marks will grow,
More than I you enjoyed the show.

theperfectblack · 03-01-07

I'll help you get the shovel from the closet of your dreams,

I'll help you dig a hole so that you can bury all your screams.

I'll help you kill that pain so that you may have a life in death.

I'll help you take away the anger and leave you with nothing left.

theperfectblack · 03-01-07

To help get it out, sometimes I shout,

To help feel again, somtimes I dig within,

To help be free, sometimes I enslave thee.

theperfectblack · 03-01-07

Parts and Pieces of the stroy are untold,
I have no reckoning of my own soul,

As far as I know it was here when I died,
But in these part and pieces is in where my soul hides,

Scattered parts among the floor,
Trying not to crush them as I reach for the door,

Broken pieces line the desk,
As I breathe the knowledge is lodged in my chest,

As I watch the clock I cannot sleep,
Those parts and pieces are missing me,

I hear them screaming, calling my name,
Asking for help, to be saved, I restained,

The thumping noise is stuck in my head,
I know the parts and pieces can kill it dead,

Knots are forming on the outside of me,
i have no will, I cannot even eat,

Am listening still to that haunting voice,
Somewhere in the parts and pieces is my only choice,

I want to yell out, I want to be free,
Oh, God please help me find the parts and pieces of me.

theperfectblack · 03-01-07

I begged to live now am begging to die,
I am conflicted within the compounds,
At times I don't even try,

I am holding my breath, waiting to draft away,
But forces beyond my control are begging me to stay,

As I lay at night in a bed of broken dreams,
I yell out through my hollow tears,
So God can hear me scream,

I have faith in all and trust nothing that I see,
I know there is something deeply wrong with me,

Am aching to live but desiring to die,
If I had the strenght I would not even try,

I know it sounds confusing the things that I might say,
But I do not know when and how I got this way,

Am letting the years walk by freely,
I am watching my soul die sweetly beneath me,

When the times comes and I can pull out that gun,
Am hoping that the sunsets finally on my dawn.

theperfectblack · 03-01-07

Something sinister is lurking deep within,
Its bottomless hunger is filling with sin,

The seven of us are stories to be told,
As we take apart each one of our souls,

The fear is creeping in the shadows of our mind,
Our seven hearts are dying mournfully with time,

We are not afraid of the milking state,
Its liquid white hunger is all that we can take,

The taste is sweet as it burns our mouth,
As hard as we try we cannot keep the sinister out.

theperfectblack · 03-01-07

Your jaded black ways,
Your empty kisses,
Your undeserving life,
I stomp on your wishes,

That loathing hatred you have inside,
That barren soul you try to hide,
That fake smile, those hollow tears,
I hope your life is filled with everlasting fears,

A painted mask upon your face,
A jagged edge to your loving grace,
A useless effort to make you smile,
I hope to be done with you in just a little while,

Made in vain,
Made in anger,
Made in the shadow of the unbecoming stranger,

A distance shore I see upon,
My life is better now that you are gone,
No more listening to your silly cries,
Just letting you wait, wither and die,

The ground you will lay in will be cold and dark,
But no as cold as your sickening heart,
Diseased flesh you will become,
Not even the worms will want some,

All the things that are said and done,
All the things I spit upon,
All the things i will not become,
All the things that are old and used,
Are all the things I see in you,

Made in vain,
Made in anger,
Made in the shadow of the unbecoming stranger.