User:Rough Fang/BlogArchive/Violent Poem

'''WARNING: The following poem is extremely graphic and violent. If you are under 13 years of age (that means human years) or uncomfortable with such elements as blood and human organs, please leave now. Crybaby.'''

WARNING: If you ignored the first warning, don't say I didn't warn you.

I stared at the corpse before me,

Its lifeless eyes glazed over.

Blood gushed from its wounds and flowed across,

The pale brown fields of stover.

I stared at my hands in revulsion as,

My calm slowly broke apart.

For in my left hand I held his scalp,

And in my right, his beating heart

I stared as the organ pulsed and pumped,

Filling my mind with horror.

I remember the look on his wretched face,

Fear and confusion, and utmost terror,

I remember tearing his flesh apart,

With my bare hands.

I remember scraping off his scalp,

And pinning his liver to the land.

I bit and beat and slashed at him,

His screams filled me with pleasure.

A part of me hoped that he would survive,

But he just wasn't up to measure.

I gripped his bleeding kidneys,

Upon his bones I pressed.

I slit his throat with my fingernails,

And pulled his heart from his chest.

I crumple to my knees, drenched in blood,

Crying at the horror of my actions.

There was only one thing that I could do now,

I hope the world would not miss my absence.

I dropped the heart to the ground, t'was as

Motionless as a dead man's breath.

As with my victim, my fate is sealed,

For the Devil awaits me in death.