With each body that fell beneath my knife,
their scorn and misery gave me a glimpse into the afterlife.
Visions of hell and baneful disaster,
to death and tragedy I have become the master.
Plagued by dreams of suffering and persecution,
the spirits of my victims cursed and begged for my execution.
To kill was to live,
stealing a life to rejuvenate my own.
Feeding the addiction until bloodlust became rife,
a passion for bleeding writhed in my bones.
The world couldn't endure my ruthless vengeance,
to innocents I deliver penance.
Helpless to stop my rage, I became their vindictive god,
their families demanded my head, for they knew I was a fraud.
Thirsting for more blood, I am consumed with wanting,
their screams engraved in my heart, death is so haunting.
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Nocturnal Lullabies (#Wattys2018 Winner)Poetry
Even within the deepest and most hideous depths of darkness, we may find a glimmer of beauty. Gothic, gloomy and macabre poetry. Featuring works inspired by phantoms, occultism, vampires, cursed maidens, tragic monsters and other haunting themes sur...