deepundergroundpoetry.com

YBCAF

You are walking calmly throughout your house.
you don't notice me, its as if I am just a small mouse.
I reach for your right leg then pull up and sideways,
making sure you won't move for the rest of your days.
Your right leg is now twisted back.
Movement is something you now lack.
The heel of your foot breaks your spine,
You start to scream and whine.
But I don't care.
I pull you up by your hair,
then throw you down to the ground.
I take my foot above your head and then pound.
As I am turning your head to mush,
I remember, I am still in a rush.
But I still deserved my fun,
the torture is not done!
Cutting out your intestines was odd
but i made the intrinsic brood.
I tie a noose note and connect it to the staircase,
wrapping it around your neck like lace.
The corpse is hanging high,
but luckily you are one to already die,
of age or accident not me.
Anger is only what I see.
I then try to pull your out your left leg,
I start to pour out my beer keg.
A match is now a lit.
The fire begins as the match has hit.
This is just a cruel game
as Your Bones Catch A Flame.
Written by Valley
Published | Edited 18th Aug 2014
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 1 reading list entries 0
comments 1 reads 592
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
POETRY
Today 3:30pm by ajay
SPEAKEASY
Today 12:32pm by Ahavati
SPEAKEASY
Today 9:24am by Carpe_Noctem
POETRY
Today 8:08am by Abracadabra
POETRY
Today 8:03am by Abracadabra