Surrounded by Dead Little Girls

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It is one of my most gross and disturbing poems, so ONLY READ IT IF YOU ARE OVER 18 AND HAVE A STRONG STOMACH!!! It is very gross and morbid. It is about a necropedohile man, who has gone mad and recognizes that he is absolutely insane, but he lets his inner beast loose and doesn't care about what he has become.

All went


They lie

Don't cry


They are

So cold

Their life



All of them just lay around me

What matters is how cold is she

I've got their corpses to choose from

The least is she the more I turn on


They're going to call me monster

Desecrate their corpses fatser

Decomposed and left to rot

All your sins I have forgot


She is lifeless but she begs

For me to spread out her legs

They are only twelve years old

Their corpses worth more than gold


Stiff insides and ice cold skin

From this act, my eyes will spin

Blinded by the sound she makes

I feel it, my body shakes


All their insides are so smooth

Rub my thing to every tooth

I begin my purging spree

And your souls will be set free


They're dead

I'm wet

Pale face



Lay with

Eyes closed

Throat slit



They have deserved what they've got

They had served the final shot

Inside of their pretty head

Or in their womb, decide that


Homicide and redemption

I hunger for more action

My hand is inside her too

My puppet, I control you


Brunette, blonde, red, long and short

Dead little girls of all sort

Stare at me with glassy eyes

Being flown over by flies


The stench is unbearable

My excitement multiple

Sixteen-fold, to be exact

Their very soul I extract



They break

I then

Hug them


Their taste


My grace

So gross


On my hands I feel their spine

They neither flee nor do cry

They kiss so sweet I can't resist

To keeping her corpse I insist


Their lips so soft and so pink

Their eyes painted black with ink

Looking like almost a doll

My obsession takes its toll


Only for the sake of trying

I abuse them while they're lying

Pressing their body against mine

Holding them tight, while they shine


I can feel their cold, still heart

I see their missing soul-shard

Through her breasts, I smell the murder

Which will only take me further


My lust

Is just









I had to taste them

And then disgrace them

Lick their skin, smell their hair

It's my game in my lair


Through their shaft, I slide in

Their body is so thin

My desire is fulfilled

In my art, I got so skilled


All of them my children now

I can feel their will somehow

In the dark I let them cry

From their blue eyes, I could fly


Blonde, red, brunette, as I said

They are all driving me mad

This is what I got as ration

I feel for them all, compassion


They're real

I feel

I stroke

Then poke




No doubt



What am I supposed to do

They're the ones I turn to

Towards them I show my feeling

I propose them while I'm kneeling


Yes, I want to marry their corpse

And I do that without remorse

I'm aroused because they're dead

I want them all in my bed


Feel them close and squeeze them tight

What I'm doing is not right

Her skin cold, she deserves soil

From her smell my blood will boil


Her eyes pale, I make her bend

To my groin I put her hand

Beautifully twitching, shaking

With her, love is what I'm making


No choice


My shot

I rot


So I'm


With my

Soul torn


I love their smell, looks, touch, face

Human can't feel such big grace

Submitted: November 19, 2013

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This is quite disturbing and really sad but honestly what disturbs me the most is that you had a mind to write this. What was going through your head to write such things? I would like to know what inspired you to write such a morbid piece. I'm almost worried for your well-being. If this is meant to be like Edgar Allen Poe's writings then I must say, you did a good job in creating that eery mood. But if not, and your reasoning is invalid, then I would suggest you search for psychological help. But besides that, I think your point came across very well.

Tue, November 19th, 2013 6:33pm


My reason was to write a poem which has something to say (or at least not just about gore), but disturbing as well, and not because I have some mental disease or something. I just wanted to write - as you said - a poem with an eery mood, that's all. So don't worry, I'm not a psycho in real life nor I am a pedo or something like the things in the poem. And also I'm happy about your opinion.

Tue, November 19th, 2013 10:53am

christopher curtis

this is fucking brilliant, its about time I read something genuinely disturbing on a poetry website. you have balls. you have carved a path for disturbing poetry and I will follow you. as long as you don't kill me and rape me.

Tue, November 19th, 2013 7:04pm


Thank you! I really appreciate that you're someone who like these kind of poems! And yes, I didn't find anything disturbing, and I thought it wouldn't hurt to upload this.

Tue, November 19th, 2013 11:21am


Well then by that means, you did and AMAZING job on doing so. Look out cause here come the next Edgar Allen Poe! ;D

Tue, November 19th, 2013 7:44pm


Thank you! I appreciate it! :D

Tue, November 19th, 2013 11:48am


Well.. that's disturbing; but frickin' brilliant! I've never read something like this before; some gory and graphic writing, yeah, but this.. Your imagery was, well, horrific, but in a good way; well written, just not the nicest thing to be seeing :P You really captured the bleak, eerie, spine-chilling mood; I wanted to stop reading, but I couldn't. I also liked how you had some sentences broken up into one-lined words; really added to the dramatic and forceful effect. Excellent job with this, though quite demented :P

Tue, November 19th, 2013 9:54pm


Thank you very much, I really appreciate that you liked it. And for the broken-up sentences, they sound better this way I think, I agree with you.

Wed, November 20th, 2013 5:35am


This is such a deep poem. I understand the way you write dark poetry though you do not necessarily feel like this is an acceptable thing to actually do because I often find myself writing dark poetry though I have no deep emotional turmoil myself. This is absolutely beautiful writing. Don't stop.

Wed, November 20th, 2013 3:12am


Thank you, I didn't think people will rate it positively, but I'm happy that you see the meaning in my poem.

Wed, November 20th, 2013 5:38am

Harrison Eaton

A very bold move writing about stuff like this. But I have to say that it is written brilliantly. You've created for us a clear picture on what goes on in a very sick persons mind. Very good work.

Thu, November 21st, 2013 2:12am


Thank you, this means a lot for me!

Thu, November 21st, 2013 7:03am


Depth you've got, creativity lives in you and painting a perfect picture in the mind of your readers is what you are good at. Well done. Deep meaning, got me wondering why would someone wanna keep corpse around just to make love with then? Brilliant job. Well done.

Fri, November 22nd, 2013 3:14am


Thanks a lot! That' exactly what I wanted to do, to show a horrid picture to the readers, and I think I managed to do it.

Thu, November 21st, 2013 11:36pm

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