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Lucifer up my Sky with Diamonds

forgive me satan, she said

for I`m about to sin, pluck the bobby pin

from my matted hair, sit my soul

upon the liar`s chair

and I bind you devlin

upon a hangman`s tree

the devil comes to deal it hard, 3 times 3;

Ooh, such misery in your painted woman`s goth

I stand before you

crucifixed and bathed in a river`ed styx cloth;

And what, did you think you can honestly

outsmart me, I`s like that saying sows

“misery loves company“ only I won`t

splinter your bones, you`re a tone

I need you to groan in me …

and cockadoodledoo goes the red cock

feathered on the fence, and fall you will

down to your knees

hands criss~crossed

in a pentagrams pence … and praying for

sixty~six our father`s & six hail mary`s

won`t save your lover from

beating down those dirty hairy`s

or taking a road trip down that suicide strip

no bitches will be tongue bangin` those fuck poles

if that`s what he`s fixin` to find,

love is invincible, a bawdy principle

like resort style cunts sippin` on manga vodkas

from a mini bar buffet but oh that fucking sunset

where love is not for consumption on a grapefruit;

and ei~ei~o blows john doe kicking down priests

baptizing those bloodletting beasts, fisting & feasting

the discarded & diseased … and what of those nuns

bumming cigs & sex~arettes, slam dancing` to

crimson & clovers drunk on vatican wine

`cause after this, nothing is a do over;

and it sucks to be sober you say as you come to lay

your catholic spit upon my radical clit … lucifer`s

up my sky with diamonds but for whom

the bells toll is the real show let me kiss you slow

as I straddle and strangle your tongue deeper than deep;

it`s midnight, twilight, last flight to hell`s blight

as I slip back into my broken glass slippers you slip back

into you slumber … you have a ticket to ride

Molly’s white line highway

but you`d rather pay the boatman his due

you’re fucked, my luv

and

I’m screwed

God, how I fucking love you ~

Posted by Devlin De La Chapa | August 8, 2017 | Categories: Dark Poetry, Ramrage Poetry Dark | Tags: Devil-lyn, Diva of Darkness | Leave a comment

doll dis`Catholic

doll dis`catholic

I sought your wisdoms

in the flatlines of your unholiest ghosts

and in search of your vile and vain

did my maimed bodice whisper `Samhain` …

as your insanity caned the flames

in my erotic goths it was

the man of the cloth

who fucked me biblically

against a pentagrams cross

orgasms spasm`d

`Fuck you[r], God!`

I screamed within a deathless dream

did I dream of slugs unloading,

of your chest exploding

at point blank range

and what dispensed

was a forty day death sentence

with your soul

suffering a penitence

but not before your Gomorrah`s

sodomized my six

in six our Fathers

and six hail Mary`s

and senseless were the demonic goats bleating in my moat

you think you are evil, my precious one

partial to the beast, at least

you have some decency

but no woman can feast

like the dis`catholic bitch in me

I`m the left hand of the Devil Black

the unholy trinity of the holy three

my ass my mouth my cunt are all

but the sacrific`isms of a witch hunt

have you tasted flesh, my Erotic Death?

laced like heroin

I`m a barbarian

self`injecting upon an open wound … your wound

uncircumcised around your tomb;

but oh my Darling, my Baby, my blood Beelzebub

let me exorcise the exorcist

from your communion breads

let me drench the seven plagues

upon your atheist head

let me be that slithering Eve

to spread my anti`seeds

and bare angelic deeds

of splendid greed

will you let me fuck that apple in your throat?

Posted by Devlin De La Chapa | May 9, 2017 | Categories: Uncategorized | Leave a comment

sprayed are the tits chrome . . . w i t n e s s us

Fury pic 1

FURY

is the road

through my

cunt

raging like the ferals

bubonic and castrated, and

permeated are the feral gag balls

sloughing in thy open mouth;

sodden exterminates bask in the wound

strangled in the thirstless with scorpions

zigzagging through the hymen

of my valley of shadow of death

immortan janes are the wizards

wasted in the wastelands where sand

is the ashes of bones

and I see the dead

in all the living

no matter how precious

those skull fuckers fuck

triple v8`s rape these roads

leading to the tubes fallopian

via the menstruationals throne…

there are no babies readied for

the cum~unions of putrid and foul

just marked graves where death X

fetuses mark the spot ~

I am perfect in every way

fucacima war girl…Girls…

destined for kamakrazee redemptions

as I am not awaited

where vikings become vessel kings

and queens are bred, conversing backwards

for I am the barbie suspended

on a cats pole, pitching vengeance

the bodice the bloodless the boundless

against the tranquil sunset like a blazing star

empty of wishes…

spray`ed are the tits chrome ~

w i t n e s s us

Posted by Devlin De La Chapa | April 27, 2017 | Categories: Dark Poetry, Poetry, Uncategorized | Tags: Devil-lyn, Diva of Darkness | Leave a comment

macabre en concerto

macabre en concento pic 5

head slammed

against a microscopic window

of rectang

they took my laces

and my belt ~

I`m left with padded screams

and teeth clamoring for a bite;

hands, they scent of the ocean

sunflowers some

where some

how

have riddled with the reefs …

poetry

in a zig zag paper

have blown pre caution

to the wind … I miss your maggot bliss

on a strawberry tinted nipple

and your pores

aged in musk have settled

with the dusk ~

I`m scared

unprepared … the creepy clown

has wandered back into

my down`d

town …

daddy, he

don`t hurt no more

and mama is buttering the spread

in spider-ant-roach-dust-mite dust …

I miss our lunch hour trysts

under the boogeyman vines

as you once played dracula on my neck

but those hickeys they had

grown wings and minds of their own ~

flu from my flesh;

and what is it

with the ghosts in my darkness

silhouetted on a concerto stage

oh, yes I hear it now, the human macabre,

for rest still my un`sobriety heart

it`s just a passing the urge

to kill and be killed in return …

but who`s blood is this stained on my hands

mascara dried and caked and smeared? … tomorrow

is the day for the deers, I shall run

as you ride shotgun in my mouth

beside that pitch black soul

in that bright white suit;

it must be sunny outside

because I had a dream

and you weren`t in it

Posted by Devlin De La Chapa | April 26, 2017 | Categories: Dark Poetry, Poetry, Uncategorized | Tags: Devil-lyn, Diva of Darkness | Leave a comment

FREAKness on the loose

Hail to the Slayers & its Naysayers & Jeff the Killer!

unAmerican Horror stories have all been misplaced

disgraced, annihilation~raped by the Gods of youtube lubes & cum~panies

5 Nights at Freddie`s is the satanic norm, inducted in

Slenderman`s Hotel Forestas Hell~of~Fame

in the stain of slain`ed backgrounds, goth music expels

of where the Creepy Pastas dwell, homos & cidals

there is a tidal wave of disciple blades & munchkins who misbehave

and who is your wicked Witch of The Bitch?

don`t follow the yellow brick road, hope doesn`t exist

`cept in a gram of red slipper coke where Dorothy slit

auntie Em`s American Gothic throat somewhere &

under a rainbow turning Toto into a slut-of-a-mutt!

`Shh` to the flickers of flames, Jane is a deadly dolls dame

a tumor, less than a child`s whimper & rumor

Oh my `lil Puss in Boots how she needs your fleshy suit

to wear as petty & coats around her acidic moat

she wants to flounce, booty bounce

stick your prick with her virgin pins & needles & sticks

‘cause Bloody Mary has nothin` over

her rotten cherries … so pass the Tampax please!

menstruation is a lyrical femmes demoralization

con~to~the~damned, spread the disease

from dead ovaries & chickens that pox

calamine~cum~lotion is the Cure,

no Love Song~s in The Hanging Gardens

of Charlotte Sometime~s

just puss filled bubbles &

band aid scabs over a wounded heart …

no one understands

just Puddin` on batgurl`s hands

Posted by Devlin De La Chapa | April 25, 2017 | Categories: Poetry, Ramrage Poetry Dark | Tags: Devil~lyn, Diva of Darkness | Leave a comment

slave

scarlet rooster crows

death S O L D

to the highest bidder;

barbiturate bitches

perched in slumber rows

emulate visual inhibitions

of Kama Sutras as the “I’s”

of the un~naked

grunt Ketamine dust

masturbating to hymns

of opportune wonderlust;

as the scent

of sandy musk(s)

transcend into psalms

of rustic dusk

striations in the form of V’s ~ plead, tear jerked

to be stroked,

provoked,

invoked;

bad hits from a bad fix

she pants, she digs

vaginal scorpions

from her shallow womb;

harems of virgin harlots

they ~whisper~ to her:

‘Curanderas‘

shattered witchy women

clothed from eye-to-toes

ageless tattoo’s of turquoise’d turtles

translate biblical kismets

at the rupture of her

hymen

she bleeds deflowered *Amen* ~

I want my maggots kissed

Posted by Devlin De La Chapa | March 8, 2016 | Categories: Poetry, Writing | Tags: Dark Erotic Poems, dark erotic poetry, dark erotica, Dark Poems, Dark Poetry, Devil~lyn, Diva of Darkness, Kama Sutra, Ketamine, Poems about Sex Slaves, Poems by Devil~lyn, Poetry by Devil~lyn, Sex Slave Poems, Slave, Slave poems, Slave poetry, Underground Poetry | Leave a comment

epidural.

I feel nothing.

skintiments

are like

a jigsaw puzzle;

I cannot interlock myself

<———————-back

—->to that copious landscape

where mad cows &

blind crows came to

graze and perch upon;

& once upon

I was that

unvarying pain

reflecting

off your tongue

where you spat

tears of saliva

’cause you refused

to irrigate my bushes;

you are numb inside,

so you say, then you say,

I’m a tokophobic

’cause e-v-e-r-y-thing

you deposit in me

there seems to always be

that jewel encrusted scalpel

assembling upon my virgin flesh

resembling

slut digging maggots;

burdens

terminated,

excavated,

disposed

in a doggy

bag;

then you say

you’re empty

inside,

then you

have a cigarette,

change the channel

on the HD

as if your fucking misery

is all my fucking fault.

but

& still

I feel nothing.

just like those

“in-labor” mothers

giving birth

to fucks

like you.

Posted by Devlin De La Chapa | March 1, 2016 | Categories: Uncategorized | Tags: BoySlut Magazine, Dark Erotic Poems, dark erotic poetry, dark erotica, Dark Poems, Dark Poetry, Devil~lyn, Devlin De La Chapa, Diva of Darkness, epidural poem, epidural poems, Frankie Valli, Heartbreak Poems, Poet Devil~lyn, tokophobia poems, tokophobia poetry, Underground Poetry | Leave a comment

Poem #36…(thank you Frankie Valli)

.and big girls don’t cry.

whiskey

diamond

teardrops

plunge eternally

from my cunt ~

she weeps bittersweet

for you;

I’m 80% proof

[20% denial]

that my clit

is capable

of moving heaven

without

the gentle fondles

of your tongue and

fingers ~

‘big girls don’t cry’, so you once said

when you left me

desperately

suckling your cum’s residue

off my heartbroken tits;

the twins miss the subtle

of your hands and

mouth;

and ‘big girls don’t cry’,

I dare to echo you ~

I wish you could see me now,

how disappointed

you’d be

sinking me

to a level

of no shame.

Posted by Devlin De La Chapa | February 25, 2016 | Categories: Art, Fiction, Magazine, Musing, Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing | Tags: Big Girls Don't Cry, Dark Erotic Poems, dark erotic poetry, dark erotica, Dark Poems, Dark Poetry, Devil~lyn, Devlin De La Chapa, Diva of Darkness, Frankie Valli, Heartbreak Poems, Poet Devil~lyn, Underground Poetry | Leave a comment

.devil’s ‘lil plaything.

baby Bling

in a black thorned g-string

she’s the devil’s little plaything;

long raven black hair

her infamous

barbed wire nipple tassels

have their own marquee flair;

notorious in her stripper’s Hell

watch her venomous body

cast a barbarous spell [on you]

around

the devil’s blistering pitchfork

she twirls,

pre-levitating her fiendish body

post-levitating her nefarious body

down

while her blazing tongue

lap dances around

the famine

of her unholy mouth

yearning to delve south [on you]

demonic little slut

watch this satanic little bitch

strut

her barbaric lust

as she thrusts herself [upon you]

feel the degradation

of her internal heat’s

infliction

as she rapes herself

against your serpentine’s

erection

feel the vile

of her hellborn cunt

rapture’d in it’s daily hunt;

feel the hellish wrath

of her devil’d ass

invisibly

banging your body

into a cum of

black mass

she’s a diabolical

conviction

an erotic junkies chaos of

addiction

eternally bounded [you will become]

in her infernal prison

of one

where the lust of her evil

dwells

in the devil’s dirty secret ~

for she’s every bit of

Heaven

just beyond the gates of

Hell

Posted by Devlin De La Chapa | February 23, 2016 | Categories: Musing, Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing | Tags: BoySlut Magazine, Dard Strip Teasers, Dark Erotic Poems, dark erotic poetry, dark erotica, Dark Observation Poems, Dark Observation Poetry, Dark Poems, Dark Strip Tease, Dark Strip Teases, Dark Stripper, Dark Strippers, Devil Poems, Devil Poetry, Devil~lyn, Devlin De La Chapa, Diva of Darkness, Poet Devil~lyn, Underground Poetry | Leave a comment

.pale shade of misery.

and the taste of you

remains

red raptors galloping across my tongue

sprout de-feathered wings

of salted sulfur

shedding barbed wire scales

w/ tooth and nail

off my flagrant skin;

you licked my cunt

then kissed my lips

so how deep

did my love go?

I want to make out

w/ your mouth

and have you scream

my name

in agony ~

it’s midnight

and my bedside

is empty

for I have a broken face

that I cannot piece

back together

but I can paint the thrashes

where ‘X’ marks my grave

the way leopards

paint the spots on their skin ~

tell me, Sir Demon within,

when we meet again,

will you stitch up my heart

so it’s no longer jagged

in two. . .missing wires?

And please,

don’t touch my face,

this pale shade of misery

is hard to find

in a drugstore.

Posted by Devlin De La Chapa | February 22, 2016 | Categories: Fiction, Magazine, Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing | Tags: BoySlut Magazine, Dark Erotic Poems, dark erotic poetry, dark erotica, Dark Observation Poems, Dark Observation Poetry, Dark Poems, Devil~lyn, Devlin De La Chapa, Diva of Darkness, Poet Devil~lyn, Underground Poetry | Leave a comment

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