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...