Dark Poems, Poetry, Horror poems By Art Hernandez

The mad man buried his mind into my mind, driving soundness from within.
Try as I may I could not escape his touch.
He entered deeper and faster and with fire and ice and with Hell as his friend.
He proceeded to soak himself with my mind and I escaped a painful "Screech!" I could feel him slice through my brain, pressing against my eyes.
Enough that I might die.
But on and on was what I dared to believe, what must be done.
I grabbed hold of his black beard and yanked with tight finger snatch.
Pulling as hard as a man could possibly do.
He yelled, but not with pain, instead with more evil to hatch.
This was to go on no longer, my mind was turning to bloody stew.
My bones began to crack, my eyes leaving the holes of their home with two loud "Pops!" Un-done was I, I could watch no longer through eyes bouncing up and down on the ground.
So sad was I, the crazy man had me for now, and I felt forever all alone.
He managed to bring me to my knees, near a nest of fleas, my face licking the dirty floor near my eyes bouncing all around.

And in the end, the world will blow up, the sun will expand, the planets will catch fire, comets will spin no more.
And in the end, children songs will never be played, the snow will never be
here, and the falling of rain will no longer be sad. The monsters will
vanish, Madonna will be dead, and madness man, madness will be away.
And in the end, the universe will implode, structure atomic shall be no
more, electrons spinning will be closing , and bye bye love, my love, bye bye.
The end my friend, the sad end.

He hit us, they hit them, we kill them, they bomb us, we shot him, we blew her to pieces......

I watched, in horror , as their petals flew and as their stems were strewn about in grisly fashion, their ghastly lamentations, carried by fierce winds, stinging my ear.

I closed my largest eye, covered my smaller ones with my boney hands, and in my mind begged them to leave....

However begging and prayer had no effect; and when I opened my largest eye again, I was left to witness the show a little longer.

finally, The awful cries ended and the clatter of slashing was gone, and the only sound left was that of loud burping men with tiny claws and large teeth.