Poetic Dustbin

Dark Poetry

Dark Poetry – False Faith

False Faith

I’m not against the church
I’m against the priests and nuns
Who abuse and molests kids
Making countless bastards astray

I’m not against christians
I’m against those morons
Who act like righteous ones
just because they pray everyday

I’m not against religion
I’m against the politics
Making money out of faith
Milking ignorants for salvation

Im not against God
I’m against war and chaos
brought about his words and name
To justify all injustices

– Poetic Dustbin

Dark Poetry – Is There Anyone Here?

Is There Anyone Here?

Christmas ain’t the same for all
Some are broken
Some will fall
Some are in tears
And some crawling in fears

We can all sing our happy song
hidden in depression
Saying there’s nothin wrong
And as we look up our tree
We get a glimpse of being free…

– Poetic Dustbin

Dark Poetry – Why God?

Why God?

Why do you pray?
Why do you sin?
Why do you kneel?
Why do you swear?
Why do you preach?
Why do you curse?
Why do you call his name?
Why do you remain the same?

– Poetic Dustbin

Dark Poetry – What is Your Name?

What is Your Name?

You fear the paranormal,
I embrace it…
When you see a shadow…
I see life beyond life…
When you hear whispers…
I hear voices to talk to…
When you hear screams…
I hear a cry for help…
When you hide in the corners
trembling from the unknown
I find opportunities
to communicate
with the spirits
I find inner peace
to be in the company
of the undead souls

– Poetic Dustbin

Black and White Photo – A Flower

A Flower

In the sunniest day we bloom
the fairest object in the room
then we forget who we are
a subject of a wicked artist
painting our days to our doom…

– Poetic Dustbin

Meathook Massacre – Boiling Sausage

Meathook Massacre

Boil… till you dry
Burn… till you fry
We are food to eat
From head to feet
Like beef to a whopper Pork to a cracker
A sight for the butcher
In a Meathook Massacre

– Poetic Dustbin

Meathook Massacre MTG Arena
Dark Art – The Game. Alone.

The Game. Alone.

I guess when people
forget you…
condemn you…
abandon you…
In your darkest time…
Chaos takes over…
Madness envelops you…
While you rage war
with your demons…
They bathe by the sun…
Living in paradise…
You look up the sky…
Trying to find God…
And all you see…
All you can think of…
Is to live through…
the agony and pain…
Empty your soul…
And just finish the game…

– Poetic Dustbin

Dark Poetry – Still a Fly

Still a Fly

After the rain,
I still feel like a fly…
Ignored and hated…
A burden to the living…
A virus to the many…
to the praying people…
with masks so deep…
with pride so thick…
I am not your enemy
Cause by heart I know,
God also created me…

– Poetic Dustbin

Dark Poetry – Fascination with Flies

Fascination with Flies

Such beauty and colors…
Yet we look at them as pest…
And dispose of them at best…
Once you think of their ways…
Flying and feeding…
From leftovers and garbage…
That we pathetic humans…
Scatter all over our place…
We are also maggots…
That live life on waste…

– Poetic Dustbin

Dark Art and Dark Poetry – Eye Serve You

Eye Serve You

Our screen, our mirror…
We always need approval…
From our viewers, our audience…
what they say or like…
a slave to our own image…
a servant to social media…
We neglect everything else…
our family, our life, our love…
to keep that perfect mask…
and hide in our pride…
Until we rot and die inside…

– Poetic Dustbin