Poet Killer

Who needs vanilla
when you're a killer
so swallow this
these words smell blood
and it's yours,
not mine

Surprise, surprise
that steamy carcass
opened up and festooned with flies
raw guts draped all over the page
that's yours too

The trail's alive
and it's filthy hand
is leading you
all the way
reaching down
to death's door

I'm gonna nail you
by your skull sockets
pin you up
and watch you squirm

See
I'm already inside
you're starting to feel my dirty
yum yum worms
munching out your brains
biting their way in
crawling across your eyes

Here comes the blade again
sliding out of your screen now
It's already carving
a fresh slice of your mind
and the beauty is...

You poets love pain so much
that after your squealing stops
You always die
begging for your Mom
fucked up slow
swallowing your shit