Creeper

That feeling, ice cold shivers
Running down my spine
As I feel it watching me
From some unseen hiding place
Ready to reach out and touch

I know it is there, observing
Studying my every movement
I feel those eyes burning
Ripping deeper into my mind
Creeping further into my soul

Maybe this is only imagination
There could be nothing there
No creature within the darkness
Just the illusions of a fevered mind
But, alas no, I know it is there

Sleep takes me, without my permission
At last the creeper will come crawling
To this very bed on which I lay
So it can feast on the terrors I fear
And then, I will awake no more


copyright Chris Smith 2011

They Are Coming

They are coming, getting closer
I try hard but can not awaken

They are coming, getting closer
This is no dream, I was mistaken

They are coming, searching for me
If only I could escape somewhere

They are coming, searching for me
I am trapped in this nightmare

They are coming, stalking now
Who will be there to hear my cry?

They are coming, stalking now
Please help me, I do not want to die

They are coming, they have my scent
All I want is to come out of this dream

They are coming, they have my scent
All is left for me is to scream

They are coming, they are here



copyright Chris Smith 2011

Thy Blackened Soul

Thy blackened soul, it reaches out
Trying to break free this hellish night
Demons screaming with a banshee shout
Attempting to drag you from the light

I know who you are, hidden in mortal form
The rage of your darkness, forever screaming
Your eyes betraying your devilish storm
Taking away those that need hope in dreaming

So here you are, for you are coming for me
I was a fool to believe I could make this deal
Now the lowest part of Hell awaits for my misery
You have no heart, it is impossible for you to feel

Thy blackened soul,comes to seal my fate
And those hellish hounds come baying
To beat the Devil, before it becomes too late
Because in those lower regions, forever staying

 

copyright Chris Smith 2011

Daggers In The Rain: Bryon And Holly

The rain falls like daggers
My mortal soul staggers
Washed in this darkness
Trapped in a void so endless

My eyes refuse to see the light
Only demons gnaw at my sight
For who can come to rescue me?
Make complete a soul so empty

I am here if you call my name
Let me be the one to take the blame
Show me how I can start to begin
Please trust me and let me in

You never need to face it alone
Do not suffer these arrows on your own
Come and hold my hand, there is nothing to fear
I want you to know I am always going to be here

copyright Chris Smith 2011 (based on the story Beautiful Words as seen on http://www.hellopoetry.com/

My Torment

If you knew my story
Of the things I have to tell
Then your soul would hurt
And suffer the untold torture
To feel the suffering deep inside

Everyday becomes one of the same
Like a crack'd mirror showing scars
A reflection that I can never bear
That is a witness, nay it is a warning
Of the man I once was so long ago

I have been stripped down to raw bones
Bleeding inside, a gaping hole is left
From whence my heart used to beat
Alas, I fear it leaves me feeling so cold
Even though I still feel the fires of Hell

 

copyright Chris Smith (under the alias Phantom)

Standing In The Dark

Standing in the dark
Living with my void
Afraid of the mirror
Of all it destroyed

Crying in my shadows
Stinging tears of pain
Flowing down my face
Time and time once again

Trying hard to understand
The bleakness of my day
Uncertain of why this life
Decided they had to take her away


Read more: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/standing-in-the-dark/#ixzz1BAPUMQqf

 

Written under the alias "Phantom"

 

Chris Smith 2011

Something Is There

Shadows paint slowly across these walls
Like cold fingers that reach out to touch
Creeping like some spectre come calling
As the light seems, slowly to fade away
Seemingly to abandon itself, to the dark

The mind starts to play strange tricks
Was that a sound from somewhere behind?
Could that have been the faintest of whispers?
The shadows have gone, darkest comes calling
The heat of a dead day gives in to the cold night

Somewhere outside, an owl hoots, shivers begin
The stairs creak as if in protest of hours gone
The rain starts, and taps rapidly at the window
Then the wind screams out with a mournful howl
The blankets never seem to keep out that icy embrace

Sleep fails to visit, and the night stills has that fear
Too afraid to attempt to switch on the light
Too scared to stop that groaning door that sways
Imagination is gripping with nightmarish visions
Surely that was not laughter under the bed

But weary eyes take their toll, hours have passed
Nothing has happened, and all seems to be safe
Until the thunder comes crashing down hard
And the lightening flashes like hellish fire
Under the covers, to block out the terror

Peaking out, with the trembling of hands
Something is there, standing in the corner
Within the darkest part of the room
Watching, as if a predator studying prey
This is no fogged impression of a dark dream

But just as quickly as this fiendish entity appeared
Now it is gone, no remainder that it ever had been
That feeling is there, knowing that it had been real
Sleep finally takes you into a dreamless slumber
Morning light has come, the shadows will return


copyright Chris Smith 19th December 2010

Depths Of Indecision

Falling into depths of indecision
Where once there was redemption

Feeling this moment come to freeze
As I am falling, falling to my knees

Life continues to mock, laugh at me
Taking away hope, left feeling empty

The past comes creeping, crawling
Causing dark words that are scrawling

So age comes running, giving his test
This aching body, I fear I detest

Relapsing into an unknown thought
Stripping me of all I was taught

Doubt comes with nothing to save
Taking me one step closer to the grave

Where once there was redemption
I keep falling into depths of indecision



copyright Chris Smith 16th December 2010

Breathe The Rain

If you breathe the rain
You can smell my tears
When you live the pain
Then you feel my fears

Please close the door
Keeping the World out
Push my mouth to the floor
So I can no longer shout

The window is smashed
Someone had to throw a stone
My spirit has been dashed
It has left me all alone

I know I make no sense
My mind is in a different place
All of this bitter pretence
Has disappeared without a trace

All work with no chance to play
Leaves you going a little bit insane
Clouds are here because the Sun went away
So all you can do now is breathe the rain

 

copyright Chris Smith 2010 (somewhere in a room in my mind)

When The Darkness Comes

When the darkness comes.

I will be waiting for it.

With my eyes open wide.

With my soul still pure.

And with my soul still intact.



I will fight with pride.

With no going back.

I will try not to fall.

I will stand my ground.

Never bow down my head.



Let the darkness engulf me.

For my lady's light glows.

Her love gives me strength.

Against the impossible odds.

Showing me the way.

 

copyright Chris Smith 2009

Waiting There

I follow this path to shadow lands.

Writing the words nobody understands.

But that seem to make sense in my mind's eye.

Can they understand when midnight demons cry?



Black thoughts are hidden here deep inside.

Where the creeping tendrils will always hide.

Who shares with me the dark side of my soul?

Where nothing but the blood pounds to flow.



The are two sides to everything in this bitter life.

One side pure, one side scarred  by a knife.

Would you dare to walk inside this world of mine.

Attempt  to find the way across the broken line.



Then come and kiss the scars of these charred lips

Hold me close as  the darkened shadow slips

Fall with me into the pits of our despair

Do this for me and you will find me waiting there





copyright Chris Smith  2009

Urban Nightmare

Hear ye my tale, my beauty
Of fear and forgotten legend
Of the terrors of the night
That will get you in the end

Do not venture out, after dark
You never know what is waiting there
Hiding away from you in secluded shadow
Ready to pounce like your worst nightmare

The killer is loose, roaming the streets
Looking for victims with his knife
You never want to bump into him
Because then it will cost you your life

Then there is the eyes of the vampire
Hypnotise you like the night sky
They will seduce you with a kiss
Then it is too late, as they drain you dry

A million eyes are out there, watching you
You shiver with a strange sound you hear
Something in the dark is reaching out
Coming to get you through your fear

So you have to run now, find somewhere safe
Find somewhere they are not going to see
But maybe I am hiding there in secret
So now you must beware, and look out for me

 

copyright Chris Smith 2010

True Evil

True evil is not for the visible eye
It hides away from sight to defy
It does not give itself away, oh no
For true evil is not there for show

Amongst you it will always remain
Feed on you and drive you insane
It may look like a demon to one another
But it will appear to be a saint to any other

You will know exactly where true evil has been
Because the Devil tricks you and is never seen
You will see someting good within your eyes
But true evil is a master of disguise

Is it there waiting impatiently to strike?
Have you ever wondered what true evil looks like?
For you at last face it, you will break down and cry
When true evil comes for you, my friend, it is time to die


copyright Chris Smith 2009

The Twilight Hour

Everything turns to ashes and dust
Love always seems to just be lust
We always look for our deepest desire
But we live life as a funeral pyre

A dark Angel is now coming
It is my turn for the summoning
Will she be taking me to Heaven or Hell?
That is a truth I am not able to tell

Because within these shadows I still walk
Where darkness dwells to always stalk
And midnight friends come out to stare
And this twilight hour they come to share



copyright Chris Smith 2009

The Tolling Of The Bells

Those damn bells  haunt me
For they tolls for my doom
Awaking me from my sleep
Ringing there, in my head

Others only think me mad
They can not hear them
But every hour they call
Where can I hide?

You can not cheat Death
For HE will come for you
The bells are your warning
To prepare to be taken

I tried locking the door
I will not keep him out
I know soon he will be here
To take me to that dark dimension

So I live in fear, sweating
Dreading the sound of those bells
Knowing that when they do stop
That will be my time I must go

 

copyright Chris Smith 2010

The Riders

The riders come from the pits of Hell

No one will stop them fro coming

To leave this Earth a shattered shell

They are Death, Pestilence, War and famine



At last man kind has judgement day here

When all is left is only to be able to cry

To fall to your knees and at last face fear

The last thing left is to accept fate and die



The riders laugh at pain for they own no soul

Suffering is the only pleasure they feel

Taking the tormented souls to another low

Where every imaging terror will be made real



We ignored all those warnings we were told

We never knew that those stories were all true

To the very Devil our souls would be sold

Oh if only we knew, if only we knew

 

copyright Chris Smith 2009

The Other Side Of Love

They say that love is blind.

Love ripped out my eyes.

It came and devoured my soul.

Then left me out on a cold floor.

Leaving me trying to pick up the pieces.



They say love is in the heart.

Love come and cut out mine.

Left it bleeding within my soul.

Left it still beating in solitude.

Pulsing alone within the pain.



They say that love hurts.

Love has loved me too much.

With each red hot needle in my skin.

With each well aimed kick.

Love has shown me my own place in hell.

 

copyright Chris Smith 2009

The Other Side

I can feel him laughing in my head

Trying to make his madness seep out

I feel his torment and I shiver

Glad I will be safe in the light of day

He is the curse I must carry inside



But come the darkness of night

And that vile creature of a man will be free again

To take what he wants from any woman he finds

The evil as he twists and he snaps their necks

And that evil laughter ringing out in the night



I have tried to rid myself of his wickedness

But, alas, I fear I am a weak man

Trembling at the mere mention of the name of Hyde

And I am condemned to be the frail form of Jekyll

If I was only brave enough to kill myself with my gun



But as the shadows begin for the night

I feel him crawling to be released

To stalk out the unsuspecting for his kill

My will is too fragile for his is too strong

I can never escape this monster that dwells deep inside

 

copyright Chris Smith 2009 (Sequel to "The Dark Side")

The Devils' Daughter

She will enter through a black veil
Ready to take you and use you
Beauty with a skin that is so pale
She is ready to come and seduce you

Black like the night is her hair
Her eyes are passionate like the starlight
She stands naked and is tempting you there
She will make love like the Devils' daughter tonight

She will be wild and take everything you can give
It will not be enough because her lust craves more
She will have her way for as long as you live
Drag you exhausted onto the cold floor

The Devils' daughter has so much endless lust
For her passion will always continue to forever grow
She will leave you drained and left in the dust
Tempt you with her body so she can steal your soul

 

copyright Chris Smith 2009

The Dead Man

I walked with a dead man.

With his sightless eyes.

He never tasted the pure air,

He never felt the sun rise.



Spoke to me with rotted breath.

Told his story by whispered sound.

And as the crows pecked at his flesh,

He told me of how he rose from the ground.



Told me that he was a sinner.

The Devil made him a deal.

Told him he could live forever,

But his life he would steal.



For some many years he has roamed.

Living out an existence in misery.

But when I look deeper at his face,

A cold chill reveals he is me.

 

copyright Chris Smith 2009