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A Taste of Death

Poetry By: sineadmc1990

Its a shame they don't have "mind fuck" in the genre part...

Submitted:Sep 9, 2007    Reads: 130    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

feel its touch
cold as ice
yet feiry

runs through its blood
feel its touch...
hear its howl...
taste its essence...
taste death...

its just a sweet...


did you ever stop to think
about the pain you caused?
about the love you shattered
and the lies you told?

do you think your screams
will be heard in this isolation?
because no one is coming
no matter how much you wail...


can you taste the blood
dripping down your face?
so crimson, so warm...
so thick and metallic

can you feel the pain
washing over your body?
as you scream louder
never giving up...

can you feel the love
dying in your heart?
do you think of her
as you take your last breath?

can you see the organs
spilling out your stomach?
so warm, bloodsoaked
yet so lifeless and decayed

can you smell your scent:
the nervous sweat mixed with
your shit, piss, blood
and the insides of you falling out?

can you hear your screams
echoing through the hall?
so loud...never giving up...
determined, yet weakened...

can you taste death
lingering in the shadows
ever present, never benign
malevolence pumping through the room?


you were just a child
you didn't know better
you mother kept telling you
never take candy from strangers

that innocent little sweet
is the cause of your pain
do you remember it now?
did you like the taste of death?


how do you feel
watching your pets die?
their howls, whines
left ignored...

their fur
draped over you
shiver as much as you can
they won't fall off...

did you enjoy it
when your ill rabbit
bled its last drip?
no? it should have...


as the whip hits you
as the pain reaches you
as the knife comes down
as it goes deeper into you


weep her name
call for her
she will not come
she is not yours
she is dying
she wants you
to be with her
in hell...


watch the last of your blood
drip out of each wound
and as you take your last breath
call for her one last time


maggot engraved lines
on a skull from the past
the war in your mind
is raging continuously
the peace is dying
confessions are futile
the deities were too scared
of you to give you a chance
serenity died with time
as the tranquilisers kicked in
feel the effects of them
taking over your body
feel them making you drowsy
oh so very drowsy


wake up screaming her name


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