Like a wounded beast,
you poke, prod and feast.
Now I’m stepped back into a corner,
stay clear or you’ll be the mourner.
Keep your distance, watch my grin,
I’ll feed on your thoughts your sin.
Then see red and leap, jump for your throat,
expression froze, no time to gloat.
My teeth rip your flesh and mind with words unsaid,
blood covered nose nuzzles your meat, bone red.
Dissembled, mutilated. Can you see your death?
Remember me as you draw your final breath.
COMMENTS
I love the way it's in a conversation kind of style.
i really like this one :)
Love it!! ^_^
COMMENTS
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BLOODLIFE
14:47 Jul 16 2009
I edited and lost my comments .. but thanks Sin for spotting that :-s
I couldn't leave it.
Dragonrouge
10:58 Jul 18 2009
Hah!
I love this little poem!
Theban
11:33 Jul 19 2009
Great work