Stabbing her in the belly
Blood explodes like a sea
Drowning his taste buds
The sweet smell of blood
He caresses her dying body
Licking the crimson salt
Chopping off pieces
And wrapping them to go
With each stab, liquid squirts
Painting him with her lovely scent
He pulls out her intestines inch by inch
Eats them like noodles with a bit of pinch
He hangs her lifeless corpse above his own
And sleeps beneath her dripping dead form
When he awakes, he is covered in a crust
He then searches for a new victim, to fulfill his lust
Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 5:22 AM UTC
Stabbing her in the belly
Blood explodes like a sea
Drowning his taste buds
The sweet smell of blood
He caresses her dying body
Licking the crimson salt
Chopping off pieces
And wrapping them to go
With each stab, liquid squirts
Painting him with her lovely scent
He pulls out her intestines inch by inch
Eats them like noodles with a bit of pinch
He hangs her lifeless corpse above his own
And sleeps beneath her dripping dead form
When he awakes, he is covered in a crust
He then searches for a new victim, to fulfill his lust
Flesh [January 15, 2017]
From the archives of my insanity, returns a poem lost. Delve into the inner lust of a serial killer...
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