Dark Poems About Death Novels & Stories

Sweet dreams were broken When I looked upon the sky Hateful words spoken I thought to say my goodbyes Down the hole, I went Where dark was the only light The frown I resent The bright day barely in sight Deep in my sad mind There I laid down on the grass Where I try to find Whatever can truly last I look to the sky Where darkening gray clouds come in The rain starts to fly Down upon my weathered skin Then I close my eyes And let the dark enclose me Now there are softened cries as I die by the green tree. Finishing my diary, I stood up to leave, but I found myself not taking a step. I just didn't want to go home yet.

Tavern could see the shock in Goru's eyes as his head fell off to the ground, yet the body still stood still, looking over at the head his eyes met with that of Goru, hallow black eyes beaming out an aura of fear, Taven immediately backed away from it, his quivering body refusing to keep still. "Are you scared of death boy?" Goru's head asked with a smirk, black flames screeching on his body. "I am the birth of darkness, let the cycle of death and rebirth take its throne," the body explodes in black fumes. BEGINNING OF THE END With a deep breath Elroy opens his eyes, after taking in enough air he narrowed his eyes downwards and saw he was lying on a bed, he straightened up gently turning his

I couldn’t risk leaving it on my bedroom knowing full well how his noisy ass will read it all and risk myself not seeing any vision again as my aunt said. I sat down on a single, bright yellow seat with my feet dangling on the armchair as a comfortable smile escaped my pink lips. This has to be my favorite place so far. My eyes scanned my handwriting as I read every single definition I found. To dream of a corpse coming back to life suggests the ability or willingness to put something behind you and move on My corpse being burned was the first thing I saw, but what could I possibly put behind me and move on? My past? My human life?

Handing the weapon back to Reggie who stood staring wide eyed Summer kept her gaze fixed on the now dead man whose blood was steadily pooling around him. "Ruthless." Reggie muttered as an appreciative smile began to spread across his face. "Hm?" Summer asked tearing her gaze from the man. "Is that guy that important to you?" Reggie asked. "I know how much you dislike killing, but you didn't hesitate to kill that man. "Yeah, I guess you could say that." Summer admitted smiling. Even though she had said yes, what Asher was to her was so much more than important, he was her light in the world of darkness she had always lived in.

And, one day, I’ll be able to get out of this trap. Oh, no, who am I kidding? Nobody has appeared here so far. Even animals avoid coming to my field. I don’t sense any living being whose energy I could suck dry and use to appease the burning, even a little... They all sense me. They don’t understand, but they sense that death is there under their feet. Oh, Father of the Dark, I’ll be decomposing here forever! Damn Ulfricus, Banshee take your soul into the Twilight and love it to death.

The air was heavy with the scent of despair, mingling with the acrid stench of liquor and broken dreams. Behind the bar counter, I stood like a specter, a harbinger of sorrow serving liquid poison to lost souls. The dim glow of crimson-hued lights accentuated the hollows beneath my eyes, reflecting the abyss that consumed me. The clinking of glasses echoed like a morbid chorus, each sound a discordant note in the symphony of despair.

"A dark, cold feeling is spreading through me like frost on a windshield on a winter morning." Katherine Webber Misery and obscurity are my closest companions since I started to comprehend. People have worn black to express their grief and my never ending grief pushing me into depression of darkness. This morning light is so dark than my night, the room is brightened with sunlight but all I can see pitch dark because there is no light no hope that

Yeah everything looks all pristine and innocent during the day, but night time around the packhouse can be pretty fucking terrifying. And I’m the reaper himself. I have fourteen dead flies on my legs. Insects, yes, and definitely not sexy looking. But symbols of the males that tried to take me down and fuckin’ failed. But I know better than anyone, even my wolf… Flyers don’t live forever. We do our part to make this world a better place and try to leave it for those after us to prosper. Doze shakes his head and before he speaks, I already know why he’s pissed.

The idea of dying... it's like staring into a dark abyss, wondering what lies beyond. Am I ready for it? Is anyone ever truly prepared to let go of everything they know? It's as if life is this intricate tapestry, woven with memories, experiences, and dreams, and death is that final thread that could unravel it all. I've heard people say that death gives life meaning. That the inevitability of our mortality forces us to seize the fleeting moments and savor them. Is that why we laugh, love, and strive to make a mark? To counteract the impending darkness?

It was as if I was going to die of thirst and hunger. I continued walking until I came to a cliff. I didn't think twice about going to the side to see how deep it was. Once I feel a wind on my skin, I closed my eyes. Is this how we feel when you're about to die, when the end is near? I want to rest forever, despite everything I've been through. I want to disappear so that my pain will end. I opened my arm to feel the wind. "Thank you! Because you made me feel the coolness of the breeze and the world they say for a moment and I hope you don't let them suffer.. I hope they get out of that hell house because I might never get them back..."