His mouth was sickly twisted in an eternal smile
His upper limbs were disgustingly vile;
all torn up and lifeless
Just hanging about,
like two drunken men passed out
His upper torso was bare for all to see
It was misshapen and cut in slices from left to right
As if in punishment for some ill gotten deed
His eyes were open, looking about
Taking in his surroundings with an unforgetting gaze
His feet were crushed together in a strange way
His legs were covered by the maggots of death
that wriggled about him feasting on his flesh
He lay there were I had left him
In his eternal sleep
For I killed him, happily
Releasing my anguish on his youthful soul
As I look at him now
I can only, laughingly, think one thing:
What a morbid scene
Jul 27, 2011
Jul 27, 2011 at 6:26 AM UTC
His mouth was sickly twisted in an eternal smile
His upper limbs were disgustingly vile;
all torn up and lifeless
Just hanging about,
like two drunken men passed out
His upper torso was bare for all to see
It was misshapen and cut in slices from left to right
As if in punishment for some ill gotten deed
His eyes were open, looking about
Taking in his surroundings with an unforgetting gaze
His feet were crushed together in a strange way
His legs were covered by the maggots of death
that wriggled about him feasting on his flesh
He lay there were I had left him
In his eternal sleep
For I killed him, happily
Releasing my anguish on his youthful soul
As I look at him now
I can only, laughingly, think one thing:
What a morbid scene
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