Dust by: eddy styx


this desperation I feel
deep in my core
I'm not a man...
no, nothing
just a male whore!
I prey on innocence
feed on their trust,
I once had a soul
but now it is dust.
I once had a kingdom
but now I am damned.
an outcast for certain,
my doors have all slammed.
I live on the outskirts
feeding on blood.
my cup filled with sorrow
and misery's mud.
where I travel
there is pain
as you can tell from my pen,
I am clearly insane!


*eddy styx is my MALE, murderous alter ego, who writes dark poetry.


  • ron parrish aka wordman

    a dark write from eddy,enjoyed the journey

  • Maddy Daltrey

    A great poem. I hope to read some more from Eddy soon

    • Candlewitch

      nice to meet you! thanks for reading and commenting!

      ever, eddy

    • Fay Slimm.

      Eddy's darkness shines in these powerfully rhymed words Cat - -

      • Candlewitch

        thank you, Fay 🙂

        ever, eddy
        *hugs, Cat

      • Mugsdaddy

        I like his style. I often wonder if he is as pretty as you.

        • Candlewitch

          dear Mugs, LOL! no one can tell with his hat low over his eyes! thanks for the compliment, *hugs, Cat

          ever, eddy

        • FredPeyer

          More sad than dark, Eddy. Well written, as usual, but I am not so sure if somebody who thinks he/she is insane, really is.

          • Candlewitch

            dear Fred,

            from my beginnings, my family (with the exception of my father) told me that I was mentally defective. my father, said I was strong and courageous 🙂 thank you for your thoughts, appreciated!

            ever, eddy
            *hugs, Cat

          • Goldfinch60

            Good dark write once more eddy. Insanity is only a state of mind.

            • Candlewitch

              dear Goldfinch,

              and, insanity can be very freeing 😉 LOL!

              ever, eddy

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