Where is my victim?
Wait, I can smell their fear
Trembling inside out
Oh, how I can't wait!
To taste the blood that runs inside
To hear them whisper
Their secret pleas for life
But will I grant it?
Oh no! It is much more fun
To see them suffer
I like to watch the blood
As it trickles down the throat
The perfect throat that I have cut
Now bleeds wide open
For my pleasure
How shall I do it?
Now let me see...
A slash to the neck
With my favorite axe?
Or perhaps my chainsaw
Splitting the head in two
Wait, it is clear now
The perfect way for today's kill
I'll put them in a deep dark sleep
Then slowly piece by piece
I'll rip the skin from it's flesh
Then eat the meat
And use it as a mask
I have to go now
For the prey is leaving
My next meal awaits
It could be YOU I'm stalking
A contest entry
- Murderous, Gruesome, Sick, Twisted....... by Synthetic-Nightmare.
1600 points, ended June 8, 2007, 35 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Release Inner Anguish (Dark poetry from Dark poets) by Girl With Guitar.
1300 points, ended August 9, 2007, 60 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I'm sorry but this is hilarious. Great imagery, I actually looked over my shoulder at the end 
. This is the sort of stuff I love, very Stephen King murder novel. Great work!
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WOW
THIS IS FUCKIN HOT AS HELL! A very, very nice write i must say. The gore in it is extreme and leaves you shivering after the read. Very well done, and what i was looking for! Good luck in the contest!
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