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ABSTRACT EXTRACTIONS (MASTER PEACE)
ABSTRACT EXTRACTIONS (MASTER PEACE)
Chained up to the ceiling without remorse as you're feeling
pain stained in crimson skin whims peeling
hanging like a meat-filled pinata' .......................
to the ever-after laughter and shrieks of a sinners' sonata
Your ass laid out before the canvass................
with a few cuts before the bats hit your ass....
Add and subtract an abstract manic maniac
bombarding a mesh of discarded flesh
into a mosaic of a blood-filled panic attack
Stained with the tainted paint of your pain
insane shift tinted and painted in red rain
I had to recall the mashed up balls
smeared upon the silent violent canvass
mashed up Hell jelly kept sliding off
along with the intestinal shit whipps
slapped across the finished piece
creating an escapist landscape unphased
gazing eyes in a hazing for the next in line
like a kind of mind rapist with a mind like mine
with a diseased deceased release......
rendered rendition of my master peace.....
Chained up to the ceiling without remorse as you're feeling
pain stained in crimson skin whims peeling
hanging like a meat-filled pinata' .......................
to the ever-after laughter and shrieks of a sinners' sonata
Your ass laid out before the canvass................
with a few cuts before the bats hit your ass....
Add and subtract an abstract manic maniac
bombarding a mesh of discarded flesh
into a mosaic of a blood-filled panic attack
Stained with the tainted paint of your pain
insane shift tinted and painted in red rain
I had to recall the mashed up balls
smeared upon the silent violent canvass
mashed up Hell jelly kept sliding off
along with the intestinal shit whipps
slapped across the finished piece
creating an escapist landscape unphased
gazing eyes in a hazing for the next in line
like a kind of mind rapist with a mind like mine
with a diseased deceased release......
rendered rendition of my master peace.....
Published 28th May 2018
Author's Note
This is for a poem competition about Gore
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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28th May 2018 9:01am
I wrote this for Madbuttonhatter and their Gore, guts, and glory challenge. I hope you enjoy....
Anonymous
28th May 2018 10:31am
Stronge core emotions...raw and uninhibited...great read!
3rd Jun 2018 7:11pm
I won't win. I never do. but that doesn't mean that I don't love all of you........................
