The Darker Side of Life by Kaitlin Chenoa Humphries (websites to read books for free .TXT) 📕

His hands held tight to a bloody knife
the wicked smile crossing his face
he carved into the very thing he loved
that layed before him now cold and dead.

He took his knife wiped bloody hands on his pants
then leaned over once more
to cut her down from chest to Naval.

Pulling her skin apart he closed her eyes and smiled
thinking he released his lovers soul
he leaned back done with his final task.

Sitting there he looked at her
bloody carved
but in his mind he still saw her beauty
leaned foreward and kissed dead cold lips
blood smearing over his lips and cheek
as he sighed then smiled down.

Only to watch in slight horror and facination
as his lovers eyes seemed to open to stare
he shook in fear and wonder
as she stared up with love.
Then with a cry of frustration
he carved his own arm to match hers.

Leaning down he kissed her lips
apologized for the world they had to live in
then with a great precision he plunged the knife into his heart.
Fell dead upon the very thing he lived for.

And in the shadows a figure chuckled
red eyes a flame with the couples death
to die for love and to protect
he shook his head and left.


To Die of Love

They drove around bends
the road dark and reclusive
they had found it hidden from the world.

Stopping in the middle of nowhere
They step out and examine their guns
Fiancee's looking at each other over top the car.

They step back and around
one already bleeding leaving a trail on the ground.
She had seen the real world as it was
rape and violence and gangs
now she was sure
that they could not last
in a love so cruel to others.

Cocking his gun he looked to his love
now hardened by what she had seen in life
death was the only thing they could think of
to make sure their love never left.

They both took aim
and on the count of three
the shots rang loud in the trees.

And they fell dead
hidden among the trees
to be found by a ranger happening by.

Upon examination of the dead girl
they found somthing carved into her arm
"With this world as it is
we die to protect the love we have
to make sure we don't lose it
as time wears on
because of the stupidity
of our own sinned race."


Suicide of want

Her breathing it did quicken
as the knife drew across her breasts.
A small trickle of blood followed
sliding down a quicking chest.

Her eyes couldn't close
held open but the worst contraption.
She couldn't control the quickening of her heart
or the fear that reached her eyes.

The man before her, her father owed
great sums of money he had to pay.
And so in attempt to quiet it down
and to acquire more money for his own grubby needs
sold off his daughter to the highest bidder
the beutiful girl a toy to any mans needs.

Soon through drugs and torture and pain
an addict to sex is what she became
scars reminded her of what she was to do
forced to pay of her fathers dues.

The man didn't visit nor did he care
his want for his money consumed his very air.
She became his break his ability to do as he wished
as long as she continued her job
to service any man.

But soon a man came to her bed
to call for her to wed
he paid a hefty sum for her
took her back to breed and wed.

Now under the roof of a horrible man
drinking wine to keep herself sane
she realized her life now different
and cheated on the very man who saved her.

Her secret betrayal she doused with wine
sent the money to the betraying father of hers
kept his debts at by as usual
cutting her inner most thighs
she was able to keep from having children

Soon she would die
soon they'd find out her lies
but the damage was done
she was addicted to sex like a drug
because of her fathers own money needs
she was nothing more then a whore
dressed in expensive clothes and jewelery.

Once her lies showed through
realization of her addiction was shown
shamed by the man who called her his own
cast out by the man who paid for her clothes
shunned by the men who bedded her so
Finally the beautiful girl shamed to suicide
death coming quickly from her fathers money needs
and the mens wants of her in bed.


Car Parade

Silver tears
with deep black pain
the life she had
has ended.

Brooding life
and black drawn curtains
the room she loved
now empty.

Steel coffin
only the best there is
flowers scattered about
sorrow begins.

Black clothes
with sorrow faces
gathered around a coffin
it begins.

Car Parade
all black with death
the front a long black van
death comes.


On The Inside

Is it that we are so concerned
with the sufferings of those in other countries
that we can't see the sufferings of the children around us?

Your own child gazes upon you
speaking dreams that they could possibly reach
but you don't hesitate to tear them down
then turn to help another child
in a world not our own.

Your child sits in tears and pain
just as poignant as the pain the others feel
yet you are blind to their troubles
blind to their pains
your eyes drawn to those you can't even touch.

As your child grows older
the resentment it brews
the pain of the love they never had
they keep trying to prove
trying to shine
yet you do not notice
or do not care.

Is it that because our children
don't suffer the chance of disease
or that they do not starve almost every day
that you turn your head and not care?

As your child cries
with the dreams that you so readily crushed
and yet you do not care
turn your eyes elsewhere.

So what is it on the outside
that destracts us from the pain inside
the suffering of those we don't know
becoming more important than those that we do.

The sorrow that we assume they feel
yet how could we know?
Through photos and clips?
They could be mildly happy
finding their own way to get by
yet we assume their pain
ignore those of our children.

On the inside we see nothing
on the outside we see it all
others becoming more important
as those close to us begin to fall.


Hidden Closet

She hold her bear tightly in her hand
she hides whenever the dark sets in
afraid of the monster that comes.

Six years old she has little understanding
of how the world officially works
but she knew this monster he was bad
and knew the things he did was wrong.

But what could she do to fight such a large being?
A monster that could toss her so easily.
And so she sits hidden in the closet
hugging her bear tightly seeking protection
as her bedroom door opens and the hall light floods in
and in the door way stands her mothers boyfriend.

This monster he walked into her room
quiet as a mouse
his eyes they roamed and in her mind
she could see the fire in the eyes.

Finally he'd lock on the cracked closet door
make his way over and open it
his large hand would reach in and grasp her.

She felt the urge to scream
but knew she better stay quiet
even her mind saw the danger
as the man laid her back down on the bed
and the true treason would commence.

This would happen for years
till finally at 16 she became pregnant with his kid
her mother and him now married
the monster was constantly in her life.

She did what she could to hide it
starved herself to keep from gaining weight
ate healthier and it hid the demon growing in her
the bastard child of the monster she was so afraid of.

Till finally her mind couldn't take it any longer
the idea of bringing a child by him into her world
for him to hurt and molest like her.
She hung herself using her door
thrashed until she breathed no more.

Saved her child and herself
but could have saved others
if she had spoken against the monster
if someone had noticed the little signs.

Like her refusal to be alone with the man
her fear of sitting next to him
of seeing him.

But no one noticed and no one cared
so instead she lays dead in a coffin
while the monster stayed free to continue his deeds.


Submissive Cutter

The knife slides across her skin
what is one more scar to hundreds?
She wants help with this cursed habit
yet no one is willing to help her.

Alone in her home she bleeds
alone in her home she weeps.
No one pays attention to her pain
or how pale she slowly became.

Till one day she found a place to work
a man whose demeanor was as closed as hers.
She listened and did all he said
never once did she talk out of turn.

Then one day in the office she went to cut
and his eyes burned into her back till she turned and saw
and put away the utensils she used to harm.
Next thing she knew he was yelling at mistakes
her typing errors unproffessional.

He told her no more cutting
the act was prohibited
and she quit just like he said.
But the itching was there
her fingers would twitch
till one day he took her into his office.

"Hands on the desk palms down" he said
she did as was told
and with a document before her began to read
as he slapped her in the ass bringing her the pain she needed.

And so finding something beyond cutting to give her that love
she made mistake after mistake wanting his pain.
Till one day she found she loved this man
and as an act of obediance sat for days
arms palm down on the desk feet planted on the floor
never did she move,
to eat
to read
to even use the restroom.

Three days of this she endured
till finally he came and swept her out the door.

Even a cutter can find their in between
though this one found hers with
what is known as dominant male.
She was his submissive to boss around
but she had found her place
and her scars stayed as they were
just scars on her body.


Haunted

Spent her life runnin
never stopping, never looking back.
With nightmares she found herself haunted
by the things she tried to ignore.

Depression was in her very core
she couldn't be happy for very long
always crying when left alone.

She hated small dark places
hated not having someone around
she was afraid of herself
her thought, her head.

People tried to help her
some spent 6 years trying to save her
but depression was rampant
self doubt was an everyday thing.

At nights when no one knew
she'd curl up into a ball