Deathpoetry Stories

"You kept saying that you would never die, that you would live forever. But here you are, and here I am. Isn't it funny? I'm here to take your soul. Did I mention, I love my job? Oh right! I never told you. I'm the reaper who will reap your life." By M.E./ Viklaw and T.L./ Shyama_Ismae.

The brainchild of a dark winter's night. My darkest thoughts on death and morality recovered, compiled and translated into verse. Somewhat grim, infinitely deep and plenty of meaningful symbolism.

mindless scribbles...?

"I am a villain, and you, hero-- yes, you-- you will bow down to me. And you will die by my hands-- or should I say, my sword? Anyway, you will die. What? You want a poem before you die? No. Just die." --- By M.E./ @Viklaw and T.L/ @killlerdemonwolf. Originally named "Dark Poems".

Poetry yay

February 9th, 2021

A poetry collection for grown-ups, about mature topics, written from an adult's perspective.

fifteen shitty poems about love, heartbreak, fear, and feeling like death is the last warm embrace you will ever have.

A poem about loss

To understand life, one must first tangle with death. It is not a single vast unknown, but the accumulation of being. Death can be a warm, soft blanket in the storm--a familiarity, a friend-close enough to comfort, yet distant enough to let you breathe.

a series of unconnected scribbles of random topics that come across me.

What seemed so palpable to many, was concealed in between the lines of what humans called reality. A beautifully descriptive short story of an uncertain death.

Veronica, a failed artist, stumbles upon a killer who signs his crimes with poetry. Drawn into his darkness, love blossoms and art blooms. Yet her search for the truth may cost her everything- turning her into a writhed flower. (No Sexual material) ✅ Short Chapters. ✅ Each ends with a twist.

all I see is life, now I see death since I was a kid not at a great age either. death they say is peaceful, I tend to agree, and life is hard I most definitely agree with them about that part. I can't help but wonder when my time will officially be to go out of this world and to the next life or where ever I go heaven, maybe even hell who knows I do it's just a dark abyss it's nothing fancy like they say heaven is or it's nothing like a burning ember like hell. where did I go, where are you, am I done, have you made your life the way you wanted or do you want to lie again, far away is where we are we never live a life we want. Don't start that I've lived my life to the fullest when in all reality you haven't or the I didn't like my life even the tinniest bit.