Spooky Event

Cutting your flesh, making you wish for death
Pulverize you into a bloody pulp, slicing deep your fucking throat
Hacking you through, spewing pancreatic juice
Swirling misery, you're death, my victory
 
Bludgeoned, shrieking
You will suffer!
 
Razors slice through your skin
Eyeballs pierced with large pins
Grinding through the bone
Wishing that you were safe at home
Lungs filling with blood
Fall off the table, creating a loud thud
Slaughtered alive
Somebody hear me, I wanna die
Witness your legs hacked off for barbecue
Some of your giblets will be placed in a stew
Pieces of you placed in the freezer
Your body in shock, your having a seizure
Maggots will dine on your open wounds
Your remains will be stuffed inside a hollow tomb

Insipid be the bounty, lain before the masses.
Languishing are those the ravenous harasses.
Mortals just morsels to a hunger never sated.
Fear laden blood keeps who feeds intoxicated.
The crazed stare unphased, their beckoning insidious.
They whom lay slayed, just meat for the carnivorous.
Of men or of babe be plated and devoured.
To this they're enslaved by ritual empowered.
Disposed as they go the corpses they eviscerate.
Now over, the glow danced by as they incinerate.

The cold midnight clear
as silent yellow noontime
nothing moved except from the lair
the ghoulish figure gliding above
an inch of tainted air
whiffs of odour permeate
like nightmare of old
from yellowing pillowcases
the air disturbed recoils
from the figure of dread untold
unspoken by petrified tongues
it glides

A hand un-fleshed
peeks from folds
of greenish putrid sleeves
reaches out to touch
caressing so tender
fresh midnight air in broad moonlight
almost forgotten yet hungrily
it seeks to feel once more
the pulses of life
of those watching with frightened
eyes or hear with fey ears
the deathly groans

The groans of remorse
from a decayed dead lover
at one time mother
at another a wife
remorse for life gone sour
lived without pleasure
until the last hour
when scythe-man came and reaped
the body off its soul
and now once more she traipses
through the paths of the living
an hour and no more, cease the haunting….

welcome my love
have a seat and

enjoy your drink
savor this dinner

it's possibly your
last dinner alive

surprised to see
me here this eve

(you're SO naive)

gonna cook your
narcissistic cock

& make the best
5-Star dick steak

men EVER made

glaze it with your
impotent semen

drink your blood
stir-fry your balls
& grill your brains

sorry babe i have
to feed these dogs

i am your slick bitch

hannibalistic and sick
& you are a sterile dick

don't mess with this chick

         “I’m known as the Iron Chef so there is no need to scream for help  
Because I’m that crazy bastard-Mr. asphyxiation of your last breath,  
            “White, Black, Mexican no matter the race or color  
Everybody has an equal opportunity to become dinner motherfucker,  
   
            “The greatest seasoning is agonizing pain and soul piecing fear  
When cooked alive as their sizzling screams slowly disappear,  
            “Overwhelming their brain with ‘I can’t believe this shit’ disbelief  
Making some slow to react and paralyzed to speak,  
   
            “I love locking a door on my victim giggling ‘today is the day’  
The joy I get from their facial expression when they look my way,  
             “With a sinister dash I be on them quick-fast  
While ghostly faces of past victims' trail and I release a wicked laugh,  
   
            “Echoing death that saturates evil within this limited space  
My first move is a slash across their throat and terrified face,  
            “Ooooo! Goddamn this motherfuckin bitch is strong  
Now I’m jabbing my sepsis covered blade savagely until I hit bone,  
   
            “Bullets, mace or punches have no effect  
As I lift my victim in the air by their mutilated neck,  
            “A blow to the tempo and the motherfucka don’t fight no more  
Barely conscious and now naked-I unceremoniously drop my victim to the floor,  
   
            “I regurgitate maggots’ causing a portal to open and I toss my victim inside  
Meat obtained, because earlier the Humane Society has provided the sides,  
            “Upon arrival my assistant tenderizes the meat with a mallet and rape  
Afterwards, a black hook penetrates the victim’s spine for a mealtime fate,  
   
            “Lifting them into the air screaming, crying and having a fucking fit  
Now mixed with the blood and butchered flesh is dripping chunks of shit,  
            “My stove instantly ignites with a bluish-green wicked flame  
Driving my victim insane as their piss spray the room like golden rain,  
   
            “The rats and roaches try to get a taste that makes me fucking mad  
Trying to enter my victim through their ears, mouth and sodomized ass,  
            “Now my kitchen is buzzing with thanksgiving activity  
Damn! I forgot desert. I’ll go pick up some sweets at the hospital nursery”.

High pitched screams echo the
alleyway where she was found.
Gutted and disposed by the dark of
night wrapped in a cloak.
Fog covers the skies to shield
the danger that hides.
It lurks in the shadows
so, no one knows when it comes out.
Her body laid there pouring out
the remains of what made her whole.
Inspectors survey the scene for
clues to who's this mean.
Bent back nails from the fight
she entailed gives way to skin and
hair that had never been seen.
Hair taken and examined,
found to be animal like none known.
Screams ring out again drawing Inspectors
to what groans.
Upon reaching the scene inspectors,
can't believe what they see.
Werewolf thought only come from tales,
real before their eyes, nightmare sure to endure.
Firing rounds at the prowler sends it fleeing
for higher ground.
Victim lays in a puddle wallowing back and forth,
in the torment that lingered before.
Inspectors gain pace on the wolf arming themselves
with silver like out of the books.
Silver bullets they've constructed hoping to
end this evil that's running.
Entering the darkened underpass Inspectors light
torches to bring some light.
The light reveals this danger,
lashing out and impaling many to satisfy
it's hunger.
Inspectors gain the upper hand upon striking
the wolf with bullets of silver piercing it's mane.
Brought to it's knees,
Inspectors unload everything they need
watching this bleed.
The end catches Inspectors surprise when noticing
it's nothing more then a man in a costume.
With stunned eyes and frozen in space,
screams ring out once more followed by a howl.
Leaving them in disarray.