My words can be more viscous then a tiger shark
Hunting after dark
I'd have it metaphorically eat you alive
While you stare at the moon
And blood leak into your eyes
And seep into your sockets
But no you can't die yet
I haven't written the sound it makes when your bones crunch
As it munch
Ripping and tearing through your flesh
Turning your meat into mesh
Never **** of a poet
Through these words I show it
I'd write you into these lines
Until you faced the sentencing for your crimes
Bind you to a train track
With verbs
While the expressions pierce your nerves and keep you in place
And as the chew chew train gets ever so close to your face
Wait
This poet isn't done
It's just to much fun