Young Writers Society

In the night, The drummer boy will walk Trying to find a child to stalk

I sware, My eyes aren't usually So very cold My face isn't usually Twisted in this hate No, not at all I'm so sorry, Am I scaring you? It's true ...

It's there Lurking in the darkest corners Of my soul Even while I walk In the sunlight It's there Always there Its eyes gleam red Its fang flash white Its ...

Forgive me, For the lies I told. Forgive me, For the pain I gave you. Forgive me, For what I brought upon you. Forgive me, For calling you names. Forgive ...

I am Despair; I feed on broken dreams And fading courage And shattered hope. I numb the brain, Poison the heart, Wither the body, Drain the soul. I thrive on ...

Dead roses on my death bed, Piling up to my souls content. The series have just begun, While my life comes undone. Mourners come by, Just as my soul begins ...

The sun is bright, the sky is blue. The children play, all young and new. Happy and free, they care of nothing. Together they laugh, as if no one is ...

Evil in the supplement of a shell, in an unfed dog, in inane thoughts of dance on unemphatic surfaces. All the demons lateral to kitchens! All the wholesome golems in ...

WARNING:(This poem is under construction. PLEASE do NOT read unless you want to feel like your reading a crash and burn poem.) Come to Me Children, and See What I ...

The Last Lullaby Hush, My child, Dont you cry, For this will be, Your last lullaby, When the reaper comes, To steal you away, I will be here, Hush, My ...

Walking on the grim road, Not knowing where it leads, The obsidian crunches under my feet, Thoughts of my evil past rushes at me, The chilling air brushes against my ...

A meticulously executed dance, shadows cajole the tightened strings, darkness taunting; cantankerous laughter malevolence tangible; oppressive weight. Capered whispers; enwreathing isolation, prespira