Grim's Crypt

Where the dark ones roam.


Dark Poetry


Silence. Nothing is more deafening. You search for even the dripping of water from a faucet Just to escape your own echoing thoughts in this Silence. Palpable and frightening they are, Those thoughts you drowned out with sound. Now there... Continue Reading →



Half full or half empty, it doesn't matter Lacking within as my soul becomes tattered. Strength waning slowly, and not for the better, as there was a time when I was as tough as leather. Half shatter and battered, bruises... Continue Reading →


I can't help my curiosity, as you are shrouded in nothing but mystery. So I follow you as you make your way home, keeping to the shadows to remain unknown. I want to learn all that you do, and anything... Continue Reading →


I'm grabbing at this fist, wrapped around my throat, stifling my breath, and now hear me choke. Those gagging sounds echo, as my body flails around, and my skin turns colors, before I drop dead to the ground.    ... Continue Reading →

Ice Queen

They say I'm soulless. A borderline robot, someone without a heart. They say I'm emotionless.   Always calm and composed With emotions never exposed. They say I'm careless. I don't react the way I'm expected to. That my demeanor remains... Continue Reading →

Bottled Up

I feel it welling up inside me. Slowly building and no release. Bottled up and secured with a cork. No longer feeling inner peace. The pressure keeps building. Soon the glass will break. In search of a solution. Before something... Continue Reading →

Ah, the Bullshit

Ah, the bullshit. In which I am allergic to. Where so many find solace in false words. Believing in their own lies, and now they are blind. Ah, the bullshit     via Daily Prompt: Allergic Image: Google Other poetry... Continue Reading →


  They whisper to me all night long sometimes in the form of songs but either way the outcome is the same every night I have to play their game. They send images of monsters in my head of demons,... Continue Reading →

Misery’s Company

Here we both hunger for the same things, broken over the loneliness life brings, forever drowning in our sorrows, and hoping for more time to borrow. We have thought of bringing this to an end, but too afraid of what... Continue Reading →

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