Best Dark Pain Poems

Angels are unable to handle 
these 'Sylvia Plath' sorrows,
hiding their halos -
mute to my concerns.

Love has abandoned me,
left me to decay in an open grave,
where flesh eating insects
devour my motionless corpse.
Yet, I'm a victim of my own demise,
stranded upon sand dunes,
as a martyr for sacrificial...

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The demons are out tonight.
I can feel them running up and down my spine.
It’s nothing but rag water and blue ruin.
They won’t rest until I hurt something or somebody.
I must vent or die.
Better to do it now than wait.
Waiting only causes more pain to those...

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I don't mind being weak.
I don't mind the pain.
I don't need help.
Waiting for death to take me.
What's the point?
I'm tired.
I'm sick.
I want to rest.
I can't fight anymore.
Just take the pain.
Reject me and hate me.
I don't mind the hurt.
I don't mind the tears.
I'm holding onto this...

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Calm in the center of the carnage,
inaction seen by detached retinas
Silently viewing
societal norm walls falling 
Violently by lewd winds toppling ...
house of marked cards folding
Rendezvous bluff blowing in the bedroom again,
lust treasure memories buried under closet debris sin
Like a thief in the night,
you always wanna...

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"Goodness is like hate
Both grow from seeds"
- Arthur Vaso

I kneel on you
Red earth
like the blood
flowing
in your veins

Blue cold as 
your eyes
Beautiful
and skipping
Like dragonflies
on water
and lilies

I am frozen
In your disdain
Diminished 
In your contempt

Beneath my
withered hand
Thump thump
of your heart

Whistles soft
as a breeze
to thaw
my starved lungs

I dig a...

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A broken mirror
A gustily reflection of misfortunes
I don’t recognise myself anymore
An honest look at my dishonesty
Yes, I’m a liar
The image distorted with each retreating step of shame
I take, and I move ten steps backwards in life
The falling pieces like sharp knifes
Pierce the ground with screaming...

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I see smoke and mirrors 
Deceptions of the mind 
Are they just glimmers 
Of what I might find 

Where have they led me 
Have I been left alone 
Is my will still free 
Or am I now a drone 

I looked up and saw shadows...

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Silence is something you can step on
like dead weeds on a sunken grave....
like ancient worn paths to nowhere in particular,
except to forgotten places you've already been to.
I'm a battered button freak
in a world without goose steps.
Let us sacrifice our clothes 
to appease the screaming ghosts...

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In this garden
the roses have all withered
the sparrows no longer twitter
the day is dark and bitter

In this garden
a rusty gate swings in the wind
a faded pinwheel gently spins
a sad little girl swings within

In this garden
the trees are brown and rotten
the youthful dreams are forgotten
the little...

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Demon Dance

I position myself in alarm
As I heard something say
“You’re in my space now
I’ll take you on today

I’ll dance with you all night
In your sleep with hate
I’ll put you into pure fright
When I bring upon a spate”

The ways of old are here
And they aren’t going...

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Frozen....

Deep in thought,
cringing at the idea of fighting....
laying motionless....
on the ground,
placing the blanket of impropriety over you.
With no words to say,
and no feelings to be felt....
you lay there, with a lost look in your eyes....

Your every word makes no sense to anyone,
but in your mind,
you,...

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Born beneath an old Elm tree, nourished from the teats of a Jackal, sired by the Devil himself.
He knew who he was. 
He was pain.
Where he walked, he inflicted the same.

Bringing forth residual shame, was his favorite game.
This man named Pain, with worldwide fame.
Invisible to...

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Verbal gymnastics 
twist the real meaning of this barbarous truth
To kill is called to sanction,
deliver the package is black ops captured proof
Approval of torture
moves a scared society 911 degrees
to the medieval reprobate melting phase
Blood flowers of a Nazi security horticulture 
gets pruned and propaganda presented...

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It hurts to
But I have to, 
I feel it rising,
Like vomit or bile 
The feeling of tiny knives, 
Forcing it out slowly. 
I sit across from you, 
trying,
To hold it back....

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Deep in a dark cavern,
where dove morphs to raven
and flawless white it flaunts,
sullied in grim darkness
in that cave's chest,
i swell from a deep well

the source cursed,
not chilled bergs,
not gaping clouds
nay! not even a dancin' fount'

and on kissing an ebony lash,
dissipates damp
drenching the rest,
down i roll
on...

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