Malevolence *Mature Readers*

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Volume Three

Malevolence

“You're a downright creeper,
welcome to my nightmare, as I take you even deeper
down, down the rabbit hole, In the end not even god will want your soul”

Hey you,
Yes you. I know that you beat that little girl down,
wrapped her bloody body and buried her in the ground.
As you whistled your sorry ass back to town.

Hey you,
Just let me get my hands on you,
and I will teach you something new.
Suffering is something you only thought you knew.
Welcome to my horror show, your nightmare now made real,
Now I will whistle as I slowly stalk you through the field.
The suspense, is a killer. Every brutal second you will feel.
You did not expect that I would sink to your level,
dumb ass did not even know I am evil.
For I have embraced the monster inside,
It became as easy as shedding your pride.

Hey you,
I saw that man you beat to death,
pleading to you even in his last breath.
Then like a coward you ran, leaving him to die
and to everyone you breath as easy as you lie.

Best lock your door, drop to the floor.
For the beast is back and hungry for more,
could not quite grasp the beauty of the last attack.
For I will be the shadow over your shoulder,
I will be your doubts, that haunt what you are even about.
The fear that will consume you, as you start making mistakes
tripping on the paranoia, lets raise the stakes
If you make it out of my trap alive,
I'll finish you slow with my dull knife.

“The fool who plays the jester in the lions den”

“Which way do you go? Each direction leaves you in my pull.
My prize you may ask? It is your vary soul. The high stakes
game, where no one survives, no one gets out alive.
Now this is where you drop to your knees to pray,
crying for someone else to come save the day.
Let me lock you in my dungeon, headed straight for the guillotine
In the age of decay; Beauty is obscene

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I had to go to a vary dark place for this piece, and honestly do not believe I came out the same on the other end..... I finished this sonnet last night, however decided to hold off from posting it till today; for a few reasons but the main one was that I had to reflect on this one. Because this will not be the last from this set, (even though I had decided to post it in my Third Volume.)

So let me know what you think....

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Juggalette....MCL's picture

This is a very moving piece.

This is a very moving piece. I could almost play it out in my head as i read the words.....scared me just a little bit but that is the excitement of poetry.....u never kno wat u r gonna read n u never kno how its gonna end.... But i loved this!!!!!

MatthewWayne's picture

Thank you, yeah this is one

Thank you, yeah this is one of my more darker pieces.. I am thinking after I finish the three current publications that as a last tribute I may release a small book of all my "dark" poetry and literature. It might make for an interesting read.


"I am my own sort of strange, a supernova of madness and brillance. Forced to share the same space and time. Sane enough to not be seen, yet not crazy enough to be heard." -- Matthew Wayne

Astral_Tides's picture

Well..

This seems truly inspired my man. That is what makes true poetry.
Not always clear or silky smooth, but none the less your soul did move.
As will others that see that way. This man you speak of should fear every next day.

Inspires a song as I read.
"You want crazy? You want fu@#ing crazy??
I'll show you how to be crazy.. F@c% you...!!!"


"The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence." R.W.E.

 


 

MatthewWayne's picture

Thank you for your kind

Thank you for your kind words, and yes I felt this one so strongly that I wanted to wait to publish it at a better time than 2am in the morning hehe..


"I am my own sort of strange, a supernova of madness and brillance. Forced to share the same space and time. Sane enough to not be seen, yet not crazy enough to be heard." -- Matthew Wayne

readmy5tuff's picture

very dark but i like it. was

very dark but i like it. was it written for any particular reason?

MatthewWayne's picture

Thank you, and every piece I

Thank you, and every piece I write has a reason behind it even the darker ones.. I can cite the muse, but the purpose still remains a mystery though I have it pinned down around the area of just trying to vent a dark demon within myself... (best way I could describe it)


"I am my own sort of strange, a supernova of madness and brillance. Forced to share the same space and time. Sane enough to not be seen, yet not crazy enough to be heard." -- Matthew Wayne

ashes_twisted's picture

Jinn.

The jinn delving deep from within.
Excavating that inner light.
Demons I know of them.
Conversations every night.
Does Erebus have a hold on your shoulders?
Immovable.
While Nyx makes your eyes dance?
The seducer.
Speaking of chaos that holds confusion.
Trying to decipher through the meanings.
Writing out hidden reasons.
Your muse..
Will it not fall silent?
A constant threatening whine.
Oh! How I groan when I hear it!

Malevolence was a dramatic read.
You held me.
I very much enjoyed your write.
=^.^=


"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo

MatthewWayne's picture

Is it strange that I somehow

Is it strange that I somehow understood your poem? :P maybe not the way you ment it to be inturpeted but I got a message from it!! :) and thank you I am glad this piece caught your eye! :)


"I am my own sort of strange, a supernova of madness and brillance. Forced to share the same space and time. Sane enough to not be seen, yet not crazy enough to be heard." -- Matthew Wayne