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Words swirl through my mind
forming lines
           even stanzas,
but most are lost,
    being slammed
against the walls in my brain 
        shattering them.

Only one word
has escaped this destiny
        sitting heavily
               in the center...
            Rot
  to become rotten,
        to decay,
              to spoil,
       decompose,
the tastiest word
    in my repituar.

The thing about rot
     ....that's so nice
is one touch
           and it spreads,
living or dead.
           all is affected,
the only thing to stop it
           is to cut it out.

So I let myself 
     out of my cage again
ready to use my touch
   to help society
           spreading,
                  infecting
       caressing,
leaving my mark
 on the world.

Now it's time to pay back
what it's given to me,
stop wearing the key around my neck, 
        and use it,
time to stir the cattle,
enough with
    ordering a dinner
and staring at it all night,
       find the weak,
                    the tame,
    the unmarked
and go for the throat,
feel the blood
     run down my own neck,
                 the gore
   building up, covering my eyes,
        burning,
           yearning,
      enjoying,
calming me,
making it easier
to deal with these things
      called people,
          the herd,
             the curr,
     the meal ticket.

Licking my lips
    loving the chunks
        sliding down my face,
  I move to the next,
          the next,
               the next,
love it,
   I won't leave it.

My maiden,
      bloody,
           quivering
  lays on the ground,
slowly,
    seditiously
I circle
    smacking my lips,
              savoring,
holding back 'til...

I go for the lower back
tearing into spine
                then
I walk away
       let her rot,
           let her fester,
   wait for it,
        enjoyment building
      as my disease infects
turning the skin to worthless goo.
Watch it slough off
             slowly,
                 caressingly,
turning to gray,
     the most lovely color.
And as I watch
        from within an inch
of her face,
        I enjoy the pain
streaking it
like a stain in the road
       marking 
what I'm taking.
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