A darker side

This was my one attempt at “dark” poetry…How did I do?



A darker side


A darker side comes forth, comes out
There, from my mouth, a vomitous shout

To laugh and play, in darker halls
Where murdering thoughts, line blood stained walls

Lascivious words prepared in vain
Lustfully dripping in fluidous shame

I can go further than any could tell
Down to the pit of a devils made hell

Spitting and lunging to grab hold of that waste
Then leaving the hole at a cleaver dead haste

The fire that warms me is the danger to all
For once and now fallen, embrace the" pits" call

If lingering impressions are not followed full
He'll have you down in that blackened cave, fool

Now in this brief time, I'll flirt with this pain
Impress those around, and some friends will I gain

Then when they’re all fixed, on my new fondled place
I'll wake up and turn back, to the light and the grace...



OK...tried to end this darkly. Just could not...just not in me I guess...lol
Yes, I meant to use the word "cleaver" and not clever...I thought it a bit more gruesome.