chrisdudgeon

Darkness

Darkness,

The streets are empty,

Darkness,

The streets are filled with silence.

Darkness,

The light floods the street,

Darkness,

The beat fills the silence.

Darkness,

The door is open,

Darkness,

The sounds are free.

Darkness,

The floor is moving,

Darkness,

Like it is alive.

Darkness,

The strobes fill the void,

Darkness,

The people writhe with pleasure.

Darkness,

They all beckon me,

Darkness,

To join them.

Darkness,

I move forward,

Darkness,

Onto the dance floor.

Darkness,

All I smell,

Darkness,

Is the people all around me.

Darkness,

The smell is intoxicating,

Darkness,

It fills my body with poison.

Darkness,

I’ve been accepted,

Darkness,

I’ve been taken.

Darkness,

I’m one of them now,

Darkness,

I have their disease.

Darkness,

I no longer am myself,

Darkness,

I have the bloodlust.

Darkness,

I no longer fear the night,

Darkness,

Is now the light.

Darkness,

I am no more,

Darkness,

Has control.

There She Stands

There she stands,

Shining like the sun,

There she stands,

Glowing like the moon.

There she stands,

Commanding like a goddess,

There she stands,

Bound as a slave.

There she stands,

With her whip,

There she stands,

Unable to speak.

There she stands,

Six foot tall,

There she knells,

Like a dog.

There she stands,

Her eyes glow with power,

There she stands,

Her eyes white with terror.

There she stands,

Looking in the mirror,

There she stands,

Bound in leather.

Dark Poet

You live in the light,

In the world where the sun rules all.

Where you all live in multi-story apartment blocks,

And have nice, big cars.

I do not live there.

You all think you live good lives,

Where you take your girlfriends and wives out,

To dine and wine them,

And give them expensive things.

I do not live there.

You have rules,

Laws,

Codes of conduct

That you must obey.

I do not.

You think you know pleasure.

Whether it be taking long romantic strolls

Or playing with your children,

Or even making love to your partner.

You don’t.

I do.

I know of pleasures

That would chill you to the bone.

I know of places without law and order.

I see deep into the deepest,

Darkest recesses of the human soul.

I live here.

Within you.

I am the Dark Poet.

The Club

The club is the place to be,

The club is the only place I know.

People dancing,

People drinking,

People being people.

The music starts,

And the dance floor fills.

The music is like a drug,

All the people getting high on it,

And letting its intoxicating effects,

Take control of them.

More people arrive on the dance floor,

Pressing all of us even closer together.

The smell of alcohol breath and stale sweat,

Drive all of us crazy.

The smells activate the hormones,

Which brings on everybody’s libido,

Until we cannot wait anymore.

The most experienced of us start by flirting,

Then once everyone notices what we’re doing,

It starts.

The joining of two beings,

Three,

Four,

And more joining by the second.

We all have the same disease,

The lust for each other,

Consuming us.

Then comes the song,

The song to end all songs.

It drives us to strip each other,

And caress each other.

The orgy has begun.

This is the norm at the club,

And the first timers gasp.

Their faces contorted in shock,

Start to leave.

But they are stopped,

Stopped by the Sirens song.

We are unaffected,

For we are the same.

The same as the Siren.

The newbies are trapped,

Powerless against her song.

She calls to them,

Draws them towards her,

And us.

We are now gripped by the bloodlust,

Our bodies are the masters now,

Our brains still under the influence,

Of the hormonal high.

We await them,

To make them,

One of us.