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[bodytext] => I. Tangled mess of hair and blood Dangling from the ceiling fan… Painted walls done up All in red, blood does work well When it comes to redecorating… Spin art with the ceiling fan Bringing back memories of long ago Of sitting there in art class Letting my mind go Free II. Listless bodies, hanging from a hook All clumped together, oh so neatly Each drips a steady stream of blood See the pretty red pool upon the floor? What mind brought this artful piece to life I truly do wonder… So twisted yet beautiful and original Perfection of gutting is displayed In glorious detail, within this human sculpture Topped off with a raven, feasting Upon an eye, which it has loosened with its beak A tasty morsel, I must say As the raven devours my eye, whilst with me gazing With one eye left, as blood drips down my face Tiny rivulets III. Insert the knife, into the flesh Hear the howl of escaping breath From the slit placed nicely upon the neck Windpipe shattered, just like glass Look of fright, permanently etched Into the eyes, they coldly stare ahead As you move the knife downward Ah, the sternum Where the heart resides Beneath ribs, and the stale air of lungs Does rise forth, as they are punctured With a million tiny nails, brought forth From a hideous machine… Continue now, to filet and dismember Organs that pulse and shudder Let them spill out now, upon the floor To be squashed beneath a booted foot Intestinal trail, for the dogs to munch Pull forth, the slowly dying heart Inspection proves a delicious morsel This pulsating muscle truly is And watch, with lovely eyes The blood that drips down A hand uplifted, towards the heavens With said prize Lap up this red, metallic and sweet Life giving nectar, truly A heaven sent treat! Puncture the arms and pull out the strings Make this body a living puppet With dead black eyes, to do your bidding Bloody strings entwine with fingers While the head bobbles from side to side Master of puppets, the human kind As this sweetness flows now, freely Lap up this red, metallic and sweet Life giving nectar, truly A heaven sent treat! 17 December 2003 - 16 January 2004 [comments] => 3 [counter] => 180 [topic] => 13 [informant] => taintedsoul [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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