the great beast

they way the razor makes contact to my skin
it feels great like the sound of murder
i make the cuts long, deep, and thin
as i press harder the way the blood rushes out
it's like a waterfall that keeps flowing

my blood poors out it stains my clothes as i try to hide it
i touch it it looks dark like the great beasts heart
it feels hot and rough like the fires in hell

i ring the bell trying to make contact with the great beast
i feel the breeze its like chainsaws making contact with my face
i can smell the air it's like bodies de-composing
he answers there before me stood a large man in red
his face shows no emotions just hate
he invites me in

i look around and there were many people
working for the great beast they moan with fear
the great beast with power searches for new slaves
one falls he grabs them by the head and throws him
into the flames that look like the great beasts cooking pot

The Great Beast