Their talking to me again
Their talking from in my brain
Their telling me this is a game
A game of wits
Incisions and slits
A game of skill
Lacerations to kill
I try to avoid them yelling for me to play
But they won't shut up
They won't go away
This is a game they say
a game of killing
chopping and skinning
a game for you
a sick grotesque inner view
ha ha maybe I might just give it a try
its only a game no-one has to die
and no-one will lose this time
it's only a game no crime
a game to excite
a dark game of knives
a game yes yes
lets make a bloody mess
scalpel, razor wire
bunsen burner - gas fire
he he
a game just for me
but I haven't got anyone to play with
I need a volunteer, a human guinea pig
to play the victim
to play the helpless fool
wait in the science lab at school
now I think we're almost ready
to play make a deady
and now here come my little pal
creep up behind him and cut his eye balls out
cover his mouth, can't let him scream
its only a game, don't want to make a sceen
drag him in and lock the door
put him on the lab table,
who'll keep score
this is a game after all
I'll just write it on the back of my hand
this is my game, do you understand
my playmate shakes his head
it don't matter soon he'll be dead
I slowly scratch the skin on his leg
he whines - yes yes beg
I take off a dripping piece of flesh
smells so nice - blood still fresh
place it to one side
now to work my way deeper inside
up and into the bleeding carcass
I think I'll win, he's loosing consciousness
he's squirming about less
he's definately not gonna make it
I've got to take his cranium and brake it
Need to hold the brain for twenty seconds and then I'll win
but there's one catch to this
i've got to cut round his neck with the blade between my lips
and if I don't carve it in one swift jerk
then i might get covered in blood when it squirts
and I forfeit this game of death
that I have to win none the less
I slowly reach the climax of my fun
I'm almost done
will I sucseed
or will my victim's soul be freed
I lean down over his throat
and lash at it with the razor between my teeth
I slice his skin in one quick motion
with a bloodlust devotion
and
I made it but barely
I win the game made by me
I killed my victim just in time for tea
Author notes
"Cannibal Corpse"
here's my sick and twisted kill story/poem hope you don't think I'm sick or anything
A contest entry
- Gore laced Insanity by Synthetic-Nightmare.
750 points, ended July 9, 2007, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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YES! YES!! HAHAH!
NO, HELL, I DON'T THINK YOU'RE SICK AT ALL! THIS IS FUCKIN AMAZING! Wow, talk about an inspiration, this one does it for me. Ok okok,
"I need a volunteer, a human guinea pig
to play the victim
to play the helpless fool"
*raises hand* ME ME! HAHA!! I'LL DO IT! lol. AND OMG, I LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS LINE, THIS IS THE BEST.....i think it's the eeryness of it, it made me shudder, haha:
"I lean down over his throat
and lash at it with the razor between my teeth
I slice his skin in one quick motion
with a bloodlust devotion"
That would be an amazing death, gutted.....throat cut, yeah, i know, I'M FUCKED UP! I LOVE THIS!


