Welcome! This is where all the dark poetry I've collected it being shown. Please note that I call it "Dark" poetry instead of demon or devil poetry because that sort of thing is harder than usual to find, and because many people write some pretty depressing/angry/distured poetry and this presents me with an opportunity to post it.

If you would like your dark poetry posted, please send it to me here with your e-mail address and the name you want me to give credit to for the poem. Thanks and enjoy the poems!

By: Edgar Allan Poe But see amid the human round A crawling shape intrude! A bloodred thing that writhes from out The senic solitude! It writhes -it writhes! with mortal pangs And man becomes it's food, The angels sob at vermin fangs in human gore imbrude.

The next piece is one I did myself. It is meant to be two of the many voices in my head. One is the calm voice that I speak with, and the other is a screaming mess of emotions, grief and hate, which I think of as my demon. Sometimes it screams, other times it sobs, but this was the only time I thought to write down what it said.

The Sword By: Luned Ketowisp You say the words THE SWORD HAS ENTERED INTO ME I dreaded you would IT'S GONE FAR PAST THE SKIN My ears can't believe IT'S GONE PAST THE BONE But your eyes tell me SO DEEP WITHIN ME... That hope is gone THE SWORD... I bit my lip IT HURTS... I will not let you see how I'm hurting IT HURTS... I... HURT... Don't look at me SEE THE BLOOD...? I won't look at you BLOOD... CAN'T YOU SEE THE BLOOD...? I will not let you see OH GOD.... What you're doing to me IT BURNS... I mutter something BURNING FROM WITHIN ME and turn away STOP! I wish I could just... TEAR IT OUT! ...forget SO MUCH HURT Why should I waste tears on someone SO MUCH FEAR who doesn't care? SO MUCH REGRET Why should I cry AND THE PAIN... to a stone wall? AND THE BLOOD... Only the cold silence SO CONSTANTLY FLOWING... will be my answer WITH MY NEWFOUND HATE Because no one cares. WHY?! So I'll leave you behind WHY DO I TRUST? Just a shadow of the past WHY DO I HATE? Stay behind WHY DO I HURT? Stay BECAUSE I won't miss you THE SWORD