Blood, guts and gore!!!

No Broccoli For Little Emma was a very good read; perfect example of evil hiding behind the face of an innocent.

Cadaver  Re-animate    


Church bells
and pitched roof of slate
in silence after they rang
a train went through a burial gate
a bird broke forth and sang.
tombstones anticipate
the rising of dead man
a rumbling underground  
of shake
the drum begins to pound .



Remnant flesh
begins to stretch  
as ancient sinues
re-connect
repulsive tissue
of thread bare
stuck onto skulls
with wisps of hair  .



Cadaver  re-animate
with a snapping , gristle sound
empty socket skulls awake
boney hands claw the ground
they scratch and scrape
the damp streets late
with gutteral , corpse , throat sound
looking for a life to take
with dragging steps unbound .

GRIM MASTERPIECE


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Putrid, retched
Saturated
In the blood of my foes
Watching them twitch
In spastic death throes

Offal, awful
Art from the soul
Stretch innards across walls
White stained crimson
Decorate the halls

I envision in incisions
Death given life
Revisions on the bones
To devour those lost flowers
Grim masterpiece
In towers made of bones

Fabric, frantic
Diabolic
Perverted fantasies
Blood and symbols
Intestines on trees

Driven, demon
Crucifixion
Hanging from rusted nails
Invert the cross
And welcome to Hell

Slowly...
　　...slowly...
　　Open your eyes
　　Behold the nightmare
　　In which
You will...
　　...rot
　　
Painted, tainted
Martyred, sainted
To weeping families
You are nothing
But blowing of leaves

Easing, pleasing
Amputating
Only the best of parts
Hacked and slaughtered
‘Til I eat your heart

I envision in incisions
Death given life
Revisions on the bones
To devour those lost flowers
Grim masterpiece
In towers made of bones