carcinogenic wonderlands

carcinogenic wonderlands

A Chapter by joshua deathdealer
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12/2011 (Blood type B: Installment Ten)

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Another cold and baneful night sets 
around my detrimental mindset

taste iron crimson raindrops
as they fall from winters sky
 
the darkness is deleterious as  
carcinogenic wonderlands rise
in concord with the moon that 
shows red splashed landscapes

 unrelentingly 
                   
slashing the throats of my rivals
and smearing their coating warmth 
underneath my dry eyes so that I 
too may cry blood

 


© 2013 joshua deathdealer


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A stunningly dark and atmospheric write that created a sea of images. Especially of blood tears. This is one of those poem that has used language with such care and precission that the images will stay in the mind throughout the day. Beautifully dark and delerious. Superbly crafted wether read to oneself or read out loud. Great job

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Dark and mortifying! Loved it! Chilling in the way that makes you grin, and a tethering grind against the bone. Brilliant, but the words I speak cannot come close to describing how amazing it is, in its own essence. Wonderfully dark and connvinning. Wonderful.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Woa! And I thought I needed a shrink. lol I love the macabre world you paint for us all. It makes me appreciate the light that fills my life.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Is it blood moon already? would cry with you! what a wonderful write. Such a dark one, but you know I love that. I feel the longing into the most dark spell in here. If you cried them, those tears of blood... I'm almost wanting a second part... what then? ;) Wonderful

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

another one of those more familiar poems that I hate to read but do anyway, and always find myself caught up in the pain of it all. Thankyou... you bizaare talented guy.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Kewl use of words Joshua :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


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This is beautiful. Dark, but I find that usually to be the best.
You describe this scene so wonderfully.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

'taste iron crimson raindrops' This line is fantastic ! Your poem is very6 emotional and the imagery is great!



Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

blood, meh, it's just a harvest moon, an eclipse thing.....

I wonder what the first two lines and the last two lines would prompt if the piece started out with them.

Graphic and red to say the least. Dark gothic prose to be sure.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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the phonetic k cadence throughout gives your wickedly vivid cinematic poetic display all the more sharpness~ tightly woven words play as noose~tightening both the attention and the forth given energy of the reader deeper round the aspect of ghostly fluidity owning every line~ fantastic!~

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

WOW! =O

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Added on December 2, 2011
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