Lord Freakzilla presents Dark Rose Poems – Paint The Kitchen Red : He opens his eyes and thinks, “Oh wow I’m still here!”; The thought of a brand new day, brings forth a misty tear. He thinks of his art, And it chases away his dread; Today is the day, I’ll paint my kitchen red. Kitchen utensils is his brush, within him is the paint; Types: demise poems / horror poems. Dark Rose Poems By Lord Freakzilla is a dark poems / dark poetry / demise poems / horror poems of Dark Rose Poems. 
He opens his eyes and thinks,
“Oh wow I’m still here!”;
The thought of a brand new day,
brings forth a misty tear.
He thinks of his art,
And it chases away his dread;
Today is the day,
I’ll paint my kitchen red.
Kitchen utensils is his brush,
within him is the paint;
Hopefully he can pull this off,
Before his body faints!
The ironic vision,
Causes him to smile;
How he’s longed to do this,
For quite a little while.
He opens the drawer,
And pulls out a really big brush;
The shiny silver steel blade,
It gives him such a rush!
He stands in the center of the kitchen,
And prepares himself to begin;
Hand around the brush real tight,
And feet ready to spin!
There’s a pain in his neck,
as he dips the brush in a rush;
The air smells of paint,
As the dark colors begin to gush.
He spins around,
to spray it out onto every wall;
His head gets really dizzy,
But he never feels the fall.
As he lays on the floor,
He’s calm and body at peace;
He wonders in his mind,
Will they understand my masterpiece?
One little scene,
Can represent an entire life;
No one sees the gush,
Until there’s no longer any strife.
He can hear movement at the door,
Sorry he can’t take a bow;
He hopes you like his amusing piece,
But he thinks he’ll go to sleep right now.
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Paint The Kitchen Red, dark poetry from the dark rose poems series written by lord freakzilla. House so empty, she hears me creep,Bruises fill her, it’s what she will reap;Trying to figure out what it may be,Lost in my eyes, she says I love you baby.I can’t hear her, through her cries,Does she see the blood lust in my eyes?I can’t keep track on my brain,I’m just trying to kill the pain.Look at what I’ve become. paint the kitchen red. Dark Rose Poems is a dark poetry series featuring Lord Freakzilla.
Lord Freakzilla is a passionate and resourceful creative writer, experienced in Confronting the darker aspects of the natural world. His poems for “Dark Rose Poems “ is fueled by his brilliant imagination and beautifully twisted dark soul. He also brings to the table his inspirational style for “Bleeding Heart Chronicles” series.