Silvery scalpels lined along the table;
illuminated tools of brutality
He sits amongst your trembling body,
demolishing your innocent sanity
Skin of such impurity,
will be immortally scarred,
as he tears out your beating muscle,
and watches the scarlet liquid drip out
He runs his hands along your cheeks,
whilst whispering words into your ear,
‘a corpse shall be wrought,
you’re a portion of scum on this mortal coil’
A gash along your ribcage,
a wicked laugh over your scream,
a dagger penetrated deeply,
you can no longer breathe
His tension for vile hunger has increased,
as he watches you drown into eternal sleep
The blood coated blades,
will remain his trophies beyond destiny
Crimson splattered apparel,
matched with ebony boots and braces,
His pride and honour of sacrificing
you has been a tremendous pleasure
A contest entry
- Friday Frightmare by Immortal Obscurity.
300 points, ended August 10, 2008, 6 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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You think about homocide often don't you?
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Awesome.
It reminded me of Hostel,too...which is anything but a bad thing.The words whispered...God...just chilling.I'm left with a twisted little grin on my face.Lovely,my sweet.
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Well thank you, my love
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Very intresting it reminds me of Hostel meets Hannibal Lector. Even there's no eating of flesh, the mentioning of cheeks speaks Hannibal. This was very intresting sis, great work drenched in blood once again.
Silvos.
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Bloody Brilliant. I loved the berbs mostly.
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