She cries out as the rest of her life dries
Wasted,
As the hymn of saws carving at her tissue
Her dead eyes,, still spill tears of pain
Blood of Techni-color, sprayed against the walls
Grotesque creatures surround her corpse
Fevered perfume of death floats abide on thin air
Devouring the lady on the floor, cannibals whisper
“I would kill for more”
Skin torn from frail limbs, hanged like the decorative
Unrecognized as a human, scattered brain matter
Adored by an abstracted dead thought of a schizophrenic form
Over-whelming Delicacy, torn from the corsage of her skin
Blood spews and drips down the chins,
As they tear deep beneath
Favor mutilation for an orgasmic choice.
Every victim lies in a open eyed gaze
ruin and disembodied
Obsession grown over, tells a story of a cannibal broken soul
Holes through the heart, hanged from a tree,
A holocaust has set a fire to thee.
Flesh, eating creatures, as a guilt derived piece
Thrown in the pages of history, |
Submission Name: Cannibal Lullaby
