Cannibalism

"Eat people, babies man or woman
All will be on my dinner plate soon."
Write a poem related to cannibalism
Be disgusting and dark
But nothing sexual please
One week
1 entry
Anything else goes
Have fun!

An Urge...

It all started when I was young.
The need... no, the urge
to taste that coppery liquid.
It would slowly consume my being
until i could do nothing but
take my sharpened tools outside.
I'd wait for them in the alleys,
the ones where light barely shone,
and with a special gun of lightning,
I'd make them fade so fast.
I wasn't cruel... not overly so.
I would just stretch them out,
these people no one cared for.
On a cold metal table in my basement
is where they'd writhe in binds
until I was good and ready with my tools.
What had to be one of the pros
was the look on their faces:
terror, anxiety, disgust, cowardice,
and a bunch of other hopeless emotions
would all combine deliciously in the eyes.
The eyes would be where I started.
Because I wouldn't want to make them watch,
I would just spoon them out
ever so gently, mind you,
and place them in my conservative jars.
By then, my favorite background song
would have already begun:
the beautiful, ear-pinching screams.
What came next would be a nice slice,
right down the torso, nice and deep.
The red that begins to gush
runs down the sides to the metal beneath.
Then, with a nice crack,
the ribcage is broken open,
making it easier to get to the good stuff.
And on it goes, breaking, cutting, pouring...
until you are just the bones dripping in red.
My supplies collected, I'll leave you
and your big mess behind
as I go to make supper.
After all, one needs food to grow big and strong.
Who knows when I'll be able to eat again?

They said it would make me youthful,
That's all i ever wanted,
Because youth is beauty,
And in this world beauty is everything,
So i found a girl,
I being an attractive girl myself lured her into my home,
it started off as pure fun,
taking each other's clothes off,
but I had a job to do,
I got her to willingly get cuffed to the bed,
And began to kiss her,
To say goodbye to my poor victim,
Then i began to bite,
This is when the blood rushed from her neck,
Hearing her scream,
I felt a thrill like no other,
drinking blood from this helpless girl,
drawn to me because of beauty,
When secretely i was a monster in disguise,
A person built of lies,
caring about nothing but my evil selfish desires,
I bit her neck, her chest, her stomach, her legs , her ass
Until she began to fade away,
She died there on my bed
And I felt better than I ever have,
Then I had to dispose of the body,
I had always wondered what the taste of human meat was like
So i dragged her to my basement
I skinned her
Chopped her up
Removed her bones
Removed her organs
And ate like a king for 2 weeks.

Cannibal Diaries
I am the tool fate has chosen to be your destruction.
Doom is inevitable,
Death is your destiny.
The end of your story is written in red.
You cower in the corner of my shed.
Barren and unornamented save for a small freezer.
That's where I'm going to store your body until I get ready to eat it.
I built this shed, with sound-proof walls and blacked out windows, just for you.  
The single light bulb swinging from the ceiling casts an eerie glow on your pale, sweating skin.
I tear the duct tape off of your mouth,
And you scream. You scream and thrash against your bindings.
I inform you at every pause for breath,
And every silent whimper,
In between your cries of bloody murder,
That no one can hear you.
Quiet now? I have your attention?
Good. I smack you in the face. Hard.
Then a hard left to the nose.
You fall down. You're bleeding.
All over my clean shed floor.
That shit makes me mad.
I kick your head and grind on your ear.
I back up, you stagger to your feet.
Before you make it up, I kick your chin,
Then I stomp my boot firmly on your ankle.
There's a loud, satisfying crack as a bit of your bone tears through the skin.
Last time, I killed my prey in their own home,
This time I couldn't risk it..
Not in an apartment complex.
But this is so much more fun, isn't it?
The two of us, all alone.
You're spitting up blood.
Now I have to clean that up, you asshole.
I step over, grab you by the neck,
And bite a large gash in your throat.
I stick my fingers into the small hole I made.
I don't no what I'm grabbing but I rip all of it out of your body.
The blood is making large puddles on the floor.
You aren't capable of screaming. You can't make a sound.
And not just because I ripped your vocal cords out.
There, in the sancturary of my kill house,
I slice your lifeless body apart.
Carve flesh away from bone,
Skin away from flesh.
I put your head in a bag.
It will give me so many orgasms before it becomes too decomposed to be useful.
Your hair will serve as the stuffing for the bear I'm giving my daughter for her birthday.
I save your innards and entrails,
I'm going to stuff them with your ground flesh to make hot dogs for my next cookout.
And lastly, your most precious part,
The delicious heart-
Well that's dinner.

Undetected Cannibalism,,,

I Developed A Taste For Flesh,,,Early On,,,
And It's Not A Tradition,,,That Was Carried On,,,,
I Was Doing A Justice,,,For My Fellow Man,,,
I Was Doing The World A Favour,,,
BY Removing The Undesirables,,,From Your Land,,,
Looking For,,,That Certain Flavour,,,

The Rapist,,,Murderers,,,Robbers,,And Crooks,,,
All Hanging In My Freezer,,,Impailed On Meat Hooks,,,
Waiting On The Fire,,,To Cook Their Meat,,,
Which I Gladly Share,,,With Anyone Who Needs To Eat,,,

At First,,,They Were All Ground,,,
And Sold In The Local Market,,,By The Pound,,,
And Then I Found,,,That Certain Cuts Of Meat,,,
Were Very Popular,,,And In High Demand,,,Too,,,
And The People Down At The Mission,,,
Really Loved My Beef Stew,,,

And What An Irony That Would Be,,,
If They Only Knew,,,
How Many Of The Homeless,,,
Were In My Beef Stew,,,,

I suck at my teeth.
The piercing, aching, and incidentally
numb feel that penetrates me beginning at
my gums is electrically impulsive,
causing shudders and shivers of equal
intent.

The liquid, lazy pool of warm life-blood
sheds and folds over my taste buds, and each
sense is new, and the gathered taste old.

Toccata and Fugue plays like a bastard, as of yet
I don't know the irony, and as of yet I feel distraught
over how I have know one to relay this obvious irony.

Iron, it builds in my liver as I consume more than
humanely alotted. I've been dreaming about forever.
The one you're in.

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Squeeze my lemons till the juice runs down his leg



I'm heading home   I have a date
Chills play my spine   I pass my gate
Time to eat   hope I'm not late

I rush myself  up spiral stairs
I'm hurrying cause   I like mine rare

It's dinner time   I'm feeling fine
I lick my chops  and grab my wine

I sing and dance across the room
To one of Zeppelins slinky tunes

(squeeze my lemons till the juice runs down my leg, squeeze it so hard I fall right out of bed)

Alas with ringing of the bell
Wafts cross the room   a delightful smell

I sit to eat   Has it gone too far
You know I like my meat Tartar

I squeeze some lemons on his leg
And lick my lips as i am fed
My secrets out    I love the dead

Daintily   I wipe my chin
Daintily   And then I grin

 

dances in the dark
light the fires and get the kids
tonight we have a feast
get the crosses and pierce their ribs
call upon the beast
 
draw the pentogram in the sand
throw around your salt
light your candles black as night
draw near your cult
 
shadow figures dance around
and unto hell they cry
one young virgin we now have found
tonight she has to die
 
bring glory to the hounds of hell
call upon their name
vicious stories they have to tell
let's inflict the pain
 
tie her hands and tie her feet
but do not gag the mouth
leave her naked no need for sheet
make sure her feet face south
 
stab her here and stab her there
blood flows just like water
blood is splashing everywhere
remember she's someones daughter
 
now a demon has come to see
what pleasures he can find
reluctantly he has chosen me
and quickly enters my mind
 
possessed i am, two in one
six six six vs seven seven seven
cursing now the only son
who came down from heaven
 
spit and drool and nails a claw
tongue as hot as fire
anything holy accused as hoar
enjoy my hellish desire
 
falling down,now on my knees
resembling a roaring lion
the demon takes hold like a disease
war we will have at mount zion
 
telling his stories using my tongue
he spits and shouts at all
"the coming is close, the end has begun"
"my master will break your wall"
 
i gag and i choke as the demons takes aim
at the virgin who's bleeding out
call everyone let's have our feast
there's meat for all , let's eat
 
ripping at flesh and chewing on eyes
we eat and enjoy her all
suddenly the sun breaks the sky
and to my knees i fall
 
it's over and done, the night away
alone i sit here now
bloody virgin and me alone in the day
and so i take my last bow

hahahaha Right on. This one is my favorite from this contest.

One night the mirror image started to speak
Told me about the thirst that made my mind weak
From the pitch of dark
I heard the hellhounds bark

Come with us they cried
For our queen has died
Like a snake I shed my skin
Raised was a fire within

In the black hearse
Lay the corpse of the queen
More beauty than I had ever seen
Her blackend lips and fingertips, serene

The necromancer rattled his bone
As he took from his hand a sacred stone
Which he cracked with her skull

Open slashed her head
Fluids ran and worms came
Eating the royal dame

She did not bleed
While the dogs said Feed
Feed and taste her flesh

I took a gentle bite
Necromancer quoted his rite
And the flavor became me

Flesh oh thou are divine
Like halucinative wine
So now she is mine

Craved
Hunger
Enslaved


Mourganna

Torn Apart

Mommy, daddy
I want you to come home
but you cant come home
you can never come home

I killed you
I am sorry but I had to do it
you were goin to eat me
but I ate you first

Dad your meat was great
with a litle heat

Mom you broke my heart
so I tore yours apart

They found me sleeping
in your bloody corpse
surronded by something scorched
and the charred remains of our pet cat fluffy

They said quite plainly
that I went insane

I woke up with all these padded walls around me
to protect me from my own downfalls

Please come get me soon
Mr.Cuddles is at home all alone

Wined and dined

The candlelight shining on your face
Oh sweet handsome lover of mine
Your gentle blue eyes sparkling
With the effect of the wine
Now in its third glass in your hand
Your moist lips begging to be kissed

You slowly cut the red meat
So big and luscious on your plate
Digging deep into its centre
Medium rare just as you like them
You put the meat into your mouth
Chewing slowly with ecstasy

You reach out across the table
Hold my hands and smile
‘You are so good to me,
And my daughter Emerly
Taking care of us ever so nicely
By the way, where is she…’

I smile into your eyes
Enjoying the awakening lust
In its smouldering depth
‘She went to her best friend’s
To stay for the night
She must be sleeping tight’

You eat your dinner
You drink your wine
Commenting on its taste
Full body with a touch of fizz
Heavy dark red
Its sweetness goes to the head

Morning is here
But not Emerly
She never made it to her friend’s
Nobody knows where she went
Only a shoe found in the park
Where she walked through the day before

By the way,  you will dine well again tonight
I have home-made sausages
Made especially for you
In memory of Emerly
Who will always be part
Of you forever

Wow. I forgot all about this competition. What a pleasant surprise. Thank you!