Gore Infested Maggot Pages of Ruin

Just as the title states. I want gore, violence and hatred spilling forth in glorious epic poetry. Write me whatever poem you want but I want to smell the putrid decay oozing from your words.

TWO WEEKS

LIMIT THREE POEMS PER POET

THE LENGTHIER THE BETTER

I'll be back....

Looking forward to it

Hatreds Insanity

I've done it once more, self control no longer real
It burns through my mind, my blood, my soul
The urges to great, the hatred to strong
Insanity floods the scene, icy warmth flows over my body
The familiar smile creeps over my face, no facade could cover such emotion

Dripping down the length of my fingers, slow and endless
No amount of reason could help their case
Laying across the ground they rot, just where they were meant to be
Time slows as the memories come forth once more
The anger they showed no longer on their face, just the scared scream lingers around
Silence covers the moments as they pass, kneeling toward the anger

One moment they yelled, the next they lay
My hands were never clean, the knife buried deep beneath the layers of truth
Not once, not twice, the knife slashes against skin
Oozing the shimmer of red, that's all it takes
Insanity kicks in, I need more, I need more
Too long, too far, I can't hold back

The blade of hatred ties the bond unbroken
Stronger and stronger the red glows darker, the light fades from their eyes
Fear strikes their mind, thoughts no longer needed
Deeper and longer the blade strikes, five, ten, twenty
The throats river covers the bare ground, my armed hand, my mind
Not enough, not enough, they need to pay

The eyes, the eyes, now gone
They saw too much, they saw the truth, yet let out lies
Now hollow holes strait to the mind, nothing but a red seeping pond
The hands, the hands, they were never enough
Sliced and gone, thrown away
They held such meaningless love

Hatreds hunger still not eased, rivers slither past my bare feet
Seeping into the ground, permanently building the pasts future
Down to my knees, my blade strikes down
The heart, the heart, an icy black hole
Cut out I hold it, the one thing I never had
Squeezing, tearing, shredding it apart, piece by piece

Dripping between my fingers I hold it close
The smell lingers through my nose, red liquid a scent that causes no control
Insanity burns through my mind, encasing my heart
Hatreds smile belongs to my happiness
Severing limbs one by one, hatred burns through my eyes
Covering the land once green, a red glow paints the world around

Blood on my hands, my heart, my mind
A smile for hatred, no soul can be spared
Hatreds hunger will soon growl once more
No remedy for hatreds insanity but the one with red glow

This is an older poem I think would suit this

Sane To Be Insane

Evoke the power of Satan
Have him use thy body to help succeed in what I want, desperate, need the power
He took their lives, and I shall take his
Slit his throat, cut his heart, show him what has taken thy mind

I am not mad
But to question my sanity
It is a possibility

He hunts me
But once he finds what he is searching for
The surprise of thy mind shall over power him
Death shall rise, take him over, by my hand

I know I am not mad
But to question thy sanity
I do too much

But the anger over whelms, revenge seeks thy mind
The blood he made fall
Will be replaced by thy hand
His heart beating, pumps blood to the floor
From the wound I made

Knife strikes his throat, blood spurring all over
Still not satisfied
Take the knife
Dismember his arms
His arms that lead to his hands, his hands that murdered
Cuts of hatred to his legs
His legs that lead him to that house, house full of innocent people
Stab his eyes
His eyes that saw, saw them die, yet he feels no sympathy, for let him see, with no pity
Sew his mouth
His mouth that said words, words that lie, to the ones who believed, the ones who trusted
Cut off his ears
His ears that did not listen, that shut out what was right, that never heard anyone but himself
Cut open his brain and mind
His mind that let him, let him do this, that held every detail, ever last thing needed to be done
His mind that showed him, and told him, what it thought was great
His mind that took him, took him there, for his mind is what lead to this

I still know I am not mad
But to question my sanity
You will be next

Thanks for setting the bar high

Oh, I am so submitting for this later or maybe tomorrow.

The Logs of Maruta [Unit 731]



[April 1, 1935] The experiments begin
physical examination of LOG-0003
patient is female, still breathing
and severely malnourished
she smiles, I smile, then pin her to the bed
LOG-0003 is parted and penetrated by LOG-0012
infected with syphilis and gonorrhoea and God know what else
she’s violated and inseminated
loses consciousness, process repeated
How many logs fell?


[January 2, 1937] Patients plagued with fleas
bodies crawling with white rats
abloom with anthrax
physical signs
LOG-0505 is decomposing alive
lymph glands swollen like bubo eggs ready to hatch
fingers and limbs bruised by the touch of black death
bleeding trees, roots and blood leaves
cutting the log from the inside
Question repeated. How many logs fell?


[June 3, 1939] The subject, a twisted wreck on the floor
Dr Maruta, clad in chemical proof suit
armed with flamethrower and hacksaw
amputating tangled limbs from LOG-0777
sealing the wounds with flames
overkill, mutants kept alive with car batteries
coronary arteries cleared with hand grenades
branches and trunks snap frozen with fear’s icy grip
thawing under the blowtorch of summer… the stench
of gangrene lingers, like the question… How many logs fell?


[August 4, 1945] My first vivisection was harrowing
under the surgical light field that devoured my soul like a sun
cutting open LOG-0905 holding her beating heart in my hand
but the second time around, it was much easier
by the third time, I’d become a monster
willing to butcher them, watching the horror in their eyes
turning them inside out, peeling back their chest
spreading them wide open to unravel their wings
How many logs fell?
All of them… they flew right out the window of the lumber mill.




Written by Alexander Case

Thank you for the submission, Case. Keep em coming

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Powerful stuff, ML

The Killer Killed

Dark...
the back alley
to where she was
living,
the path a domain
of evil


from inky darkness
emerged he, a shadow
swift as light
clamping her mouth
she felt his hardness

straddling her
he pulled out His manhood
stabbing her
in her Venus, dry
as fear

banging her head
on the tarmac, hard
as he pumped furiously
silent scream, he cum
bringing his knife down

eight inch steel
embedded on her chest
she looked into sad eyes
of her rapist, and killer
her eyes bled

roar of a she-wolf
shredded the silence
he froze
as she rose gigantic
no longer a fresh beauty

her claws ripped
his abdomen upwards
spilling his guts
on hard pavement
he screamed

frantically pushing them in
he stumbled gobbling
in pain, fear, bewilderment
she clawed his back
as he fell on his face

none to see
none to free
she pulled off his head
stared into his handsome face
and sighed

She walked home
stilleto heels ringing
on the lonely path
her new clothes shredded
but none bore witness

She wished she was something
or somewhere else.

This Is Me The 17 Year Old Creep!
Fuck this there's no point of writing this,
Our existence is consisted of nothing
But wicked shit kicking us in the lips,
being like this in the darkness is
so steep and negatively I'm a creep,
I want to sometimes get an AK-47 and
Exterminate these globalist conceited
Cunts,
I am different and a weirdo 17 nearly
18 ready to become like James Holmes,
But not kill innocents instead fuck
Up this conspiracy of brainwave
Manipulative subliminal messages,
Fuck it I am going to make bath
Bombs I will experiment this shit on
My sister let's see,
I will make explosives in my room
Like boom!!!

Slipping Steadily Into Being Free!
Madness is the only place to be free,  
once you have seen everything    
negative during your existence,  
you become a pessimist,  
who has no reason to feel  
contented about anything,  
depressing thoughts  
consume your mind,  
making you blind,  
to reason,  
but there are no  
signs you are different,  
you are just a picture of someone  
else's imagination,  
that has haunted their spirit  
for generations,  
I am nothing,  
yet I am everything,  
you breathe and see,  
because no one will  
understand me,  
Yet in the end,  
I am just a vermin,  
that is determined,  
to seizure in retribution,  
against civilisation,  
To fuck up the worlds  
galaxies and universes,  
that have diverse differences,  
like me the most misunderstood  
genius,  
of this room which has  
pleaded for doom,  
which shall happen  
soon,  
once it's noon    
this goon will  
turn into  
nothing but  
a tune.

A Creeps Mind Weeps!
This world is runned by snakes,
By reptiles who are vile and repulsive
liars,
society is full of fake clones
and disposable drones,
who deserve to be in prison
for being wretched sinners,
the losers are segregated  
by the "supposed winners",
whom the winners faked their title
of greatness,
Because they are the mainstream
majority seen on television,
who have so much of popularity
from societies filthy orgy,
of inequality and apparent
superiority,
for manipulative characteristics
given to them by satins men,
in a police state of fascist
paint you have no right
to express your might,
your only might is to sleep
at night in the sight of
crying human beings,  
who confide in the company
of masturbating to the  
memory of victory,
through pessimistic
negativity,
these fucked up thoughts
are the only feelings
a person in darkness
and creepiness can
make sense of,
For being the greatest
misunderstood genius
of the century,
which is me and  
everybody,
yet nobody has the
authority,
it's a pea brained
flea who is a genius
in this society....