pulsing mess

waid out from the shallows into the deep merky abis
boots fill with blood an artery clentcher and on it you choke
death is on you like flies on shit swarming like a plauge around you
at your end on the muddy banks of a river
nile of blood this image is hard to look at
blackened spots of spent powder across your neck
below were your beautiful face use to exist
tragity in those final seconds 
blood streaming down your throat
severed carodid artery bleeding you dry
only takes a few seconds
nodding out of conchesness on the rivers edge
no hope in those final seconds choke and die
tounge hanging like a slab of raw meat
the dead don't make any sounds
silent as the grave is an understatement
homicidal masterpiece
fetal positon of horror 
blacking out from the rage
peels of skin beneath your fingers cut off in a jar
plyers to pull your teeth untracable
burning in a pile of tires arranged around your torso
walking away washed my hands of this first of many i fear
cataloge of victums multiply my body count
in my wake death follows to dampen the floor with every ounce of your blood
crystalyze the nerves in my rotting heart
soon there will be anouther victum ..
my eyes have sunk into my skull 
a ghost lost in the shadows with a knife and on your tracks
chills run up your spine 
im coming
and on my heals is deaths harvester to pull your soul from this pulsing mess decapitation above your bottom jaw leaving you in ruins
waid out from the shallows to slaughter you 
eyes buldge from suffication neck lined with fingerprint indentions
white haloing the bruses