|Welcome to the group! Everyone is welcome to post any kind of DARK, gothic, creepy, scary, horror, and or gory art they want! |
Fan art of any kind is also welcome - as long as it is dark in some way! the definition of dark is not rigid or strictly here either. it can be light and humorous "dark" as well.
We also LOVE Tim Burton here so you are welcome to post ANYTHING Tim Burton related or inspired!
Also anything Halloween related is welcome as well!
The ONLY Rules!
- Please upload to the appropriate gallery folder. if you aren't sure which, feel free to ask. there is also an "other folder" if you're not sure.
- have fun!
- don't be afraid of the dark
also feel free to check out my etsy shop! I make zodiac, new age, wiccan, pagan, and gothic jewelry, charms etc.
For the SuicidalFor the Suicidal by ConquerorQuixote
A severed stance on pure vanity mimes a stoic stance on feigned sovereignty.
Drab precepts resonate in morbid disgust at the shape of a man's filthy smile.
Broken glass. A gleaning, bloody mess.
All these trials – miles and miles – like filthy smiles.
A slick stance rummaging round the remnants of a broken mirror.
“Oh how did this ever happen?”
A woman, discordant, overhears her husband speaking in a thinning devotion.
It's her, she thinks:
“I must be getting fat;”
A winning determination. But she doesn't think twice, and instead turns it around on him. “Honey, you need to shave your beard!” The perception of the man's two part stance on beauty –- One for the burly, one for the girly -- has been questioned. He's irate. “What do you mean, shave my beard!?” The cavalier dogshit likeness of the man's cleverly crafted grin overtakes the woman in the midst of her sermon. And why should he care? He's on drug
Ruby BraceletsI wear my ruby braceletsRuby Bracelets by MorningMelon
Hidden underneath my sleeve,
So that no wolf in sheep's clothing
Can try and take 'em off my wrist.
Night of Love and DeathOne night when hiding in darknessNight of Love and Death by MorningMelon
My wounds caused me intense pain
It was Love who always harmed me
And for my cries showed but disdain
On that night Death came to visit
And with Her I shared my sorrows
She invited me to Her world
Where in numbness I could wallow
Gladly I would have accepted
Such a kind offer of relief
But Love chained me to cruel life
And my contentment was made brief
Behind a mask of blinding light
Love hides Her malefic ways
She will torture me to madness
Forever keeping me Her prey
Among Love's terrible methods
Was the one She liked the best
With Her dagger of pure gold,
She would etch hearts into my chest
A bleeding heart for every day
That I must spend in solitude
Make it more than seven thousand
Bleeding hearts to be tattooed
Everyone But MeDay 5Everyone But Me by Darkartist82
It’s been about five days, I think, it’s hard to tell now, since the sun was somehow extinguished. The scientists were baffled when it happened, they couldn’t explain it. And about three days after it happened the world started to get colder and pretty much everyone died out, my son, Jonah, died yesterday. I had to throw his body out of the bunker before it started to decay.
I live alone in a bunker deep underground where it is still warm, on the surface, everything is cold, it’s already about -75°F up there, down here it fluctuates between 95°F and 102°F. My bunker is very deep beneath the surface so it will take awhile for me to freeze.
I’m scared something just hit the hatch of the bunker. Was it a knock? No it couldn’t have been, could it? I’m going to open it.
I opened the hatch. There was nothing out there but Jonah’s body, which I noticed had been fed
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