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The Feel of the Knife

The slice and the dice of the body is divine, 
their is nothing quite like feeling the body convulse as you plunge the scalpel in again
and again 
The screams are a sweet musical melody that never stop to give me sweet goosebumps the only thing better is when they beg me to stop, 

These fool are stupid enough to think I even see them as anything even resembling a human i do no not see them as such 
Because humans are equal and the poor fools that end up on the other end of my scalpel are not equals they are not people merely subjects of my scalpels sweet perfection as I stab them 

They will even give me their life stories how theirs some ones wife someones brother or even someone child i do not care
In fact i am insulted that they think i haven't though of such a simple thing already 
The only question only ask about them it is a strange question that pops in my head from time to time as they scream and beg for their pitiful lives is would they have said those thing about family or friends if they didn't think it saved them pitiful really talk about you the people you love to use them to save yourself the even more disgusting ones offer their supposed loved ones. how pitiful these foolish creatures i wonder how long before i get bore with the scalpel and start using something more creative.

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The Wolf's Night

It was cold summers might as the boy walked home, 
The lights shined with brilliance keeping the shadows at bay,
The cold breeze running through his hair and tingling his skin,

As the boy walked he suddenly feels a shiver but not of cold 
But the grip of the rippers welcome to the end,
The not turns seeing nothing but shining light bulbs and shadows,
The boy thinking it his imagination but still walks faster than before

He is halfway home to it confirting warmth and smiles of his family
When he heard it the bowl but not off in the distance but a breaths away
The wolf's howl  is cold as death and sound More dangerous than a thousand wolves
The boy tells him not to look but his body demand to know of the dangerous beast that stalk,

There he see's the beast of the night 
It is a wolf made of shadow with eyes that shine a bright darkness like a shark
 It does not have fangs or back legs at least none that can be seen  
It slow crawls its way across the cold pavement is powerful claws leave marks  3 inches deep 
It growls the promise of a painful  and slow death 

The boy runs and runs but just as he seems to escape the beast appears again and again 
The boy knows he cannot escape but he runs anyway  knowing acceptance is death
Finally the beast catches the boy after what seems like hours of nothing but the chase

The boy waits for death as the creature slowly drags his claws up his chest  living a deep
 Scars covered in living shadow but just as the boy is about to be finished the sun rises 
And the creature melts away never to seen by the boy again

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The Monster Delight

I hunger for the feast of blood 
The feel of the tender organs and above all else 
The thrill of running down my prey

For what else is their for a monster like me to do
But to clamp my jaws on my prey 
To hear their cry's of pain 
And to also hear their pleas for mercy

For what this fools do not understand is 
I am a monster one who devours the weak and the strong
The slow and the fast the bold and the timid

For a monster such as I 
My claws and teeth are sharp for 
But one reason to kill and devour all
And to end their fates before they have truly begun

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Bones Glory

I run and run but i'm not going anywhere
I can feel the frosty breath of death in the air 
the dead rumble in the ground and the trees shake in fear
and with each step the hands of the forgotten rise ever closer
it won't be long till they get me but I still run 
why do I run you ask me I don't know I have forgotten 
why I run why I am afraid but I run any way 
because even though I have forgotten my body hasn't
and it know's deaths hold will be anything but kind
to someone like  me.

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The Perfect Statue

I walk among the statues
In the halls of the master's art
Where all that is beautiful is put

They are perfect almost as if you walk to up to them and talk and be answered by them
every time they are seen it seems they have moved slightly 
I am amazed and bedazzled by these statues

Meet the sculptor and ask how he could makes such beauty 
He looks me up and down and says I will in fact you can help with my next one
I am delighted and agree to help with enthusiasm he takes me to a back room 
And tells me to close my eyes I do so and wait to find out what happens next

I hear strange noises he tells me to open my eyes
I open them he then tells me to strike a pose I do
A fierce and manly pose  he then pulls a lever 

Im covered and a strange gray goo I try to move to yell at him
And find I cant move my body is paralyzed

He then breaks out he's sculpting tools and slow scraps off bits of the goo
And then he calls out two big movers  they pick me up 
And put me on a display and know I now why the sculptures look real

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Sucide Melody

You hear the call of the dead 
They welcome you in their embrace 
Giving nothing but goodwill of no pain no misery
Their words sound so true, so wonderful

You grasp the weapon of your demise 
The cold feel feels right to you
You try to think of why not for just a moment
you try to see good in the world for but a moment

You remember the death of the ones you love
The worthlessness of it all to know all you make and all you do
Will be forgotten and left to rot away
How the ones you love treat you

They have already to begun to forget you 
They have started to see you as a hindrance
As something that is in their way to begotten rid off

You have made your decision you have done your deed 
Death's embrace takes you in and you forget
The cold world that didn't welcome or accept you

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The Air We Need

I grip around his through 
I apply pressure and stretch my fingers around his neck
He try to stop me with all his might

He used his hand to punch me with all his might 
And uses his legs to try and throw me off
With each try of either method he gets weaker

I feel his attempts get weaker as the air disappears
I watch as the light in his I slowly dims and darkens
Then I see the startling realization before the light complete darkens

he's dead

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The Colds Embrace

You lay there surrounded by the beauty of the flakes
That drift beautifully from the sky 
You try to reach out to grasp the beautiful flakes 
That have dazzled you for hours

The right arm you command to reach out with does not obey 
You look down to see why not and see that it is a very pale color
You then command your left arm to reach for your pale arm but it does not obey either
You the realize to your horror that your skin from your neck to your feet  is the same Pale color 

Because while you watched the flakes 
The flakes watched you and they took you into their embrace 
and all that are caught in their grip never escape

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Glass Chains

I am held down
I do not strike out
I do not act out
I do as I am told

Everyone around me thinks I am quiet 
That I do not care that I am deaf and blind
Or there is nothing I could do or would do if they are wrong
That I am forever silent forever without anger or bitterness

But they do not know the truth is that I am held down
By glass chains that bind me they keep me from speaking out
For the consequences of what I would do to those who ager me are forever my scars
But they should remember the chains of glass are my own creation

And as such I can break them any time 
So to those who like to torture with words
To poke the tiger in its cage an think it cant get you 
Know that is and it will if you poke to hard are push to far 

Because when the chains are broken
And their pieces scattered all over the floor
Know that all pieces will reflect red for blood will paint everything

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Sniper's Eye

I set my self high in the sky
Where the world eye see's only my shadow
My target walks not knowing what watches
Never knowing that death is looming

I line my site's on my target 
I slow my breathing 
I take My shot
The bullet fly's

He is dead a hole where he's heart once beat 
The people around run and screaming thinking that they are next
But I do not care for I walk away to do this all again another day