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Dont play with fire...

He looked around in fright
but stayed still from pain
His wrist were bound tight
with a heavy metal chain

A man walked in to the dark
holding a canister of gas
A match suddenly began to spark
and he knew he wouldnt last

His body became covered in fire
as he screamed with torment
and the flames became higher
as the burning flesh gave a scent

His skin began to boil fast
and his eyes sunk into his brain
every bone seemed to blast
and scortched what would remain

He layed distorted in simmer
as the violent screams stopped
the flame now had grown dimmer
and every bit of flesh dropped




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#12

Dear Amanda, I hope this poem helped in fulfilling your needs for mass amounts of gore, blood, and disgust... I hope it didnt represent me as a psychotic lunatic or in any other way insane... But if it does, I have succeeded. Thank you for holding such a wonderful contest full of inspiration and options.

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  • AutumnsFlame
    June 27, 2007
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    Eeewww... well you did a good job making it disgustingly wonderful. I like these lines:

    His skin began to boil fast
    and his eyes sunk into his brain
    every bone seemed to blast
    and scortched what would remain

    You could work on the flow of your rhymes, but other than that, nice work and good luck in my contest.