Horror poetry, volume 1.

[frankaidenryan]

As I said, I'm in the process of writing poetry. Since I'm already well trained in the writing of boy/boy fluff, I decided to test another genre altogether with poetry. Since I'm somewhat of the Goth persuasion myself, I feel right at home writing poems that give people the creeps. *evil grin*

The Rape

I remain in my hiding place
Till you walk through the door.
And wait until the lights go out;
In darkness, I see more.

I wait untill you are undressed
To do my filthy deed.
I'm drawn to you, I can't resist
My lust needs to be freed.

I won't wait till you've closed your eyes;
I have to touch your skin.
I want to caress your sweet flesh,
And stick my organ in.

I move in close to your soft neck
And make a tiny slit.
I know that if you notice me
My life may be forfeit.

And once I'm spotted, I will be
A bloodstain on the wall.
A testiment of my cruel deed;
It's your blood, after all.

In vain you'll grab a newspaper
And paint its pages red.
The pestilence you carry now
Will linger, once I'm dead.

For I gave you a filthy germ
With my dying breath.
So I will see you soon, my love.
United - after death.

Copyright, Frank Aiden Ryan