No more tossing or turning tonight.
The echoes of screams and torture, only seem right.
The stench of your odor, the clawing at my floorboards,
while I wait for your screams to cease. Knowing soon you'll
give up, and your pain I'll need to increase.
My bed covering the floor where your pain filled body lies.
I wake up and decide that it's time for your surprise.
I move my bed and pull up the boards. I jerk you out,
watching blood from your body pour.
Your sick and deprived body, your reeking smell fills the room.
Flesh barely hanging to your bones, and your fingernails almost
completely gone from the scratching and beating at my floor.
Ripping pieces of cranium from the crust of your head, you're
too weak and almost lifeless to know you're almost dead.
Grabbing my clippers, taking off a few toes. Knowing that you
don't mind, since you can't see what it is I'm doing. I've already
ripped out your eyes and your nose. Leaving you with your ears
to hear me, when I get up in the middle of the night. Leaving you
with the thought of, "Is she going to hurt me, am I right?"
Pouring bleach down your throat, I listen to your screams
get louder. Laughing as I shove you back in, watching you puke
out and sick liquid. Your throat's flesh is burning, and I
know your stomach is painfully churning.
Locking you back under, I pull my bed back to it's rightful spot.
Sleeping away instantly, using your screams as my lullaby.
A contest entry
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Comments
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Wow...
.... Almost a tell tale heart aspect to it. Poe would ver proud of this write. I have added you as a friend and will be returning to read more for sure!
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wow, vivid, i love it
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Wow.. very vivid imagery.
It was kinda sick.. but thats what I loved about it! haha.
Very emotional write.
"Flesh barely hanging to your bones, and your fingernails almost
completely gone from the scratching and beating at my floor.
Ripping pieces of cranium from the crust of your head, you're
too weak and almost lifeless to know you're almost dead."
Loved it<3
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wow, a very disturbing write full of emotions and vivid imagery...
I still enjoyed reading it, we all have our sick visions and thoughts and it's great that you put yours down to paper, it is truly well penned...
I especially liked the bed in your story, hiding your slave under your bed where usually the monsters are, but in this case the monster is on the bed, peacefully sleeping while the other one is trapped under...
take care
Suza
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WOW. this was sick and creepy. I loved reading it!
I could feel chills running down my spine as I read this. I agree with your comment below; I wouldn't want to be near you if you were in a bad mood either. lol. Anyways, great imagery and fanastic emotions in this. I loved your rhyming in this as well! BRAVO! WELL DONE! keep up the good work! thanks for entering and good luck in my contest!
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Holy crap!! Nice poem. I'd hate to be near you when your in a bad mood!!! lol
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lol don't worry! i won't bite.. too much. (:
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Wow, dude lol
Very vivid! Gotta feel bad for who you were thinking about jk. Anyways, nicely done, and keep up the awesome work!
~ Silver ~
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I love the write! That's definitely some wicked shit right there. Just simply amazing. Mmfwcl and woop woop to you ninja!! Keep writing!!
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Wow, that was freakin' awesome.
Well done. This poem is great.
My fav line "you're
too weak and almost lifeless to know you're almost dead."
Great write
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