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Falling from the skies, tear drops pour,

The scaled, clawed hand reaches for the door.

Unlock your mind, let the monster in.

Let it take over, let it make you sin.

The passage creaks open, the monster gets through,

Hunched over and fanged, it whispers to you,

“Yes, pick up that knife, that bat, that gun,

Get them before they scream, get them before they run.”

A forked tongue slips out, caresses your mind,

The claws sink in, leaving holes behind.

It grips you; that fear. It chills your very soul.

The monster is near, it’s slitted orbs like coals.

“Just let me come in, please let me take over..”

It whispers in your mind, scales green as a clover.

That green flashes behind your eyes,

Suddenly you can hear their cries.

The crimson is caked upon your hands,

Both feet feel like they’re trapped in the sand.

You cannot move, you cannot breathe.

Watch the organ in your hand, the steady way it beats.

Along with each pump, blood filters through your digits.

It whispers once more “I can see you fidget…

You like it don’t you? The way it smells?

How vibrant it looks? You’re going to hell.”

The fanged beast grins, yellowed teeth standing out.

It takes over your mind, causes you to cry out.

Suddenly the beast is red.

Suddenly your humanity’s dead.

Talons sink in, it takes over the reins.

“Let’s get that hack-saw! I wanna see some brains!”

The poor person is frozen, sweat dripping down their face.

A look of horror on their features, limbs tied into place.

The beast within cackles; the man below bleeds.

Once the gruesome deed is done, you crumble to your knees.

Hands release the blade, it clatters to the ground.

Palms smack down to the floor, blood splatters all around.

You roll onto your back, your lungs ache for breath.

The taste of copper on your tongue, all around the stench of death.

Nails bite into your flesh, digging in deep.

The monster slips deeper into your mind, forcing you to sleep.

The dream state is foggy, it makes no sense.

A cloaked figure from behind impales you on a fence.

“I really must thank you, I needed an out.

Now I must warn you, you hearts predicting a drought.”

As the blood falls, a trickle from your chest.

The cavity expands, you take your last breath.

The monster leans closer, lips spread in a green.

Now she seems beautiful, the angel within.

“I beg for forgivness, I beg for release.

I hope you had fun, the blood stains you like grease.

First you got your fix, then I got mine.

I watch you bleed freely, murdered from behind.”

Once more the breathy whisper; that maniacal grin.

“I’m the beast from inside, and I’ve just made you sin.”

COMMENTS

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bloodredatrophy15
21:52 Apr 03 2012

nice.

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NOKTURNL
05:40 Dec 10 2019

long yet nice work

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Soft blades of grass, wilted, covered in dew,

What on earth shall I do with you?

I`ll start up my lawnmower, watch the blade go round.

I`ll chop your pale bodies away from the ground.

Hear the hum of the engine, hear the metal roar?

Soon I will come, and you will be no more.

Like death comes a plague, one that smells like gasoline.

Douse the houses in it, how many people do you hear scream? None, the neighborhood is silent.

Why, because I am violent.

I killed them all first, tied them down made them cry.

They begged for their lives, yet I still had them die.

The night moves swiftly, yet the flames still soar.

Watch the frames crumble, the men break down the door.

They tug out the bodies, still covered in gore.

Shirts are ripped open, entrails are spilled.

The smell, like a sewer, it travels `cross the hills

. Dawn approaches, where will the souls go?

Down deep into hell, where the hemlock will grow.

Come all those who are weak, those who have no will.

Come bow down to your mistress, and swallow this pill.

Yes it is poison, yes you will die.

No, I feel no pity, yes no one will cry

. No one cares that you’re gone, no one will ever remember.

You grave will be danced on, when schools starts September

. The thing that drives me, do you really wish to know?

It`s the fact that one day you`ll die, even if I`m the first to go.

I will laugh when you’re gone, oh the parties I`ll have!

All to your expense, your money I grab.

See what happens with one simple chore?

First I kill the small plants, in the next years I`ll kill more.