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[aid] => mick
[title] => Blood Bath
[time] => 2003-12-15 00:29:13
[hometext] => * Yet another scrawl dredged from within the darkest recesses of my mind. Let me assure you this poem does NOT reflect my present state of mind which is actually quite jubilant. *
[bodytext] => There you were again Smiling so peaceably As you fulfilled your 'expectations' While glancing nervously at your watch I smiled, unnoticed in the shadows My nose wrinkled in disgust At your every move As dollar bills floated downward You left a trail of them, Like a slug leaves a trail of slime I noticed them filter downwards As you placed a dirty hand On your trophy wife's silicone ass I cut my hand to give myself strength I closed my eyes and moaned As the warm blood trickled between my fingers That was when you noticed me I froze in horror as you gazed upon me Dollar bills oozed from every part of you You turned away like I was a disease, But YOU were the disease, the infection You tainted what you walked upon And I noticed your bastard son Looking upon you with admiration That was what sickened me, And drove me to quicker complete my goal I took a step closer to you My eyes pounding with Fear I swallowed my apprehension Sidling up to you I brandished my knife in your face "Now you die *****," I whispered to him emotionally And then... everyone and everything froze Whether mute with fear or uncaringness I knew not You screamed like a woman And like two passionate lovers I chased you outside The reek of perfumed sweat on the air And dollar bills leaving a perfect trail I could've caught you easily, But I prefered the hunt I saw you, or smelled you first, In the park where you were panting And still everything was frozen I leapt upon you and dragged a struggling YOU To my car where I released you And took out my custom made crossbow Complete with 200 ft. of wire and crank Like a fishing rod I smiled to myself I aimed at your wallowing figure My missile soared through the air And hit you with a satisfying crunch You fell instantly not emitting a sound, But soon you stimulated me with a rousing fight As I reeled you in you grabbed a pole And raked your fingers futilely at the ground, But it was only a matter of time Until you lay sobbing at my feet Your bloodied, earthy fingers sought your wallet Brimming with dollar bills, I sneered, and kicked at you, Put my foot on your stomach, And yanked the arrow out of your shoulder Still you moaned and writhed on the pavement So I pulled a crowbar out of my car I raised it over my head And struck you with it again and again Flesh, dollar bills, and blood flew everywhere Sweat dripped from my forehead with exertion As you slowly molded to the pavement Soon I realized your cries had stopped With a tinge of regret that my fun was over I pulled a sharp knife from my pocket I reached into your mouth and cut out your tongue I dropped it into a bag, Saving it for later consumption, and grinned I drove away, sticky with blood It would take forever to wash the dollar bills off [comments] => 6 [counter] => 223 [topic] => 59 [informant] => bobotheclown [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => psychoticpoems )
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