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Gentry. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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I hear clashing metal in my head
Grinding bone and spilling blood
Pleading and screaming
Praying for mercy
To continue to live
Why do they want life?
These pitiful humans plead for over and over again
Just like the last man
It was entertaining at first to watch them scream
But now seeing it so many times
Has come to a bore
Its no fun to watch them bleed
But there are other ways
To watch them slowly die
Shove a dagger through their heart
Let maggots eat their open wounds
The possibility are endless!
Pull their heart out from their chest
Carve their bone and kill them then!
Don't make it short and sweet
Make it long and make it fun!
The human body is fragile art
Ready to be shattered by my cruel hand
Slit their stomach and their throat
As blood pours from a fleshy spring
Pull all the insides outside
Burn it all and watch them scream!
Its hellish fun to see pain glaze their eyes
Tears streaming down their face
And drying blood stains those battered bodies
Notice one last scream
And the host gives up
I wasn't done
Time for the next