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Victims

Contributed by blacksabbath026 on Thursday, 27th January 2005 @ 01:25:21 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



Organs ripped to shreds, torn then eaten
Blood dripping from my mouth and knife
Laughing as i dispose of the body
Turning it into the ash that will brew my tea
I don't kill for vengeance or wealth
But to satisfy my demon infested soul
To quench my ***** up thirst for blood
A new victim will perish before the sun rises
My urges will once more be appeased
My horrible hobby
Viciously turning life into death
Frantically mutilating each corpse
Preparing my daily feast
Of human organs drenched in bodily fluids
Soothing my soul with the agony of others
Watching them beg for life
As they are being disemboweled
Watching them cry
As i feast upon their intestines
Watching the life escape them
As my knife slices though their body
Releasing waves of warm blood
Screaming in horror
As i drop to my knees and lick the ground dry
Death come as relief to all my victims
I know my fate is near
The lawmen will catch me one day
They will send me to hell
On a lightning bolt
But until then
The slaughter will continue
The death toll will rise
And the demons in my decaying soul
Will grow stronger with each new kill




Copyright © blacksabbath026 ... [ 2005-01-27 01:25:21]
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Re: Victims (User Rating: 1 )
by sweetdemoness on Sunday, 27th March 2005 @ 12:22:02 AM AEST
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very grusome...i liked it...sounds kinda like a Cannible copes song heh. yeah well good poem




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