Dark Age

In mankind's most morbid moments,
When the world was wreaked with torment,
There was one who tortured best.
He had severed many breasts,
Pulled apart so many bones
From their once close-nestled homes.
He would work with diligence,
Never seeking recompense
For the sins that he loved acting;
All the skin and limbs retracting.
Nothing ever pleased him more
Than the ones they label "Whore",
He could use them as he pleased,
To get back at those who teased,
Who made fun of his condition,
Now their pain is his main mission.
As he enters his cold cellar,
He lays eyes on something stellar:
A bound, brown eyed, brunette beauty,
Today he'd truly love his duty.
She's the one who pushed and taunted,
He would rape her as he wanted.
She bucked and screamed at his bent smile,
He's had his eye on her a while..
As he cuts and burns and fucks,
Her skin stretches as his juts.
He uses his overgrown hand
To choke her as he rips her glands.
Just as she would leave the world,
She changed from merely a girl:
Her eyes paled to dead white,
Her lips corners turned upright,
Her teeth grew both thin and long,
Sinking in the his flesh, thought strong.
He saw brimstone charcoal-black,
She saw him, dead on his back.