I wrote a couple new poems up on myspace that are pretty
Intense, I feel as if Im growing stronger into graphic detail and disturbing thoughts as I write and most people may think Im going over the edge, but the supreme
Power of that
Intense feeling that you know you screwed with someones mind as they read your poem is just exciting to me, I LOVE IT! So here is my next 2 poems here, also found on myspace:
"Putrid Digusting Cockwhore Slam"
Slow cock slamming,
Innards leaking
Body aching
Legs shaking
Glass busting
Fuck your pink fuck
You dirty pink sock whore
My cum is sprayed
You filthy whore
Drink that shit up
As I slap your face with my cock!
You love it
When my dog humps your torn asshole!
You cry as I squat
I sit on your face as I shit
You close your eyes and scream
Big brown snickers bar
All aboard
You have a mouthful of cum and feces
I shove you off the bed
You try to move
You scream in
Pain
I get out the bat
I bash your spine
You start to shake and die
I turn you around
Piss on your face
My body naked covered in your
Blood
I
Carve Satan in your forehead
Bashing your brains in
You die instantly
As I throw you in a bodybag
Dump you into the Mississippi River
Off the !-74 bridge
You fucking cunt
You deserved what you got
You whorebag
I hope a fish devours you whole.
For my next one, this one doesnt have a title, but Id like to think of it as my most fucked up shit ever written yet:
I came to the nursery one night with a giant axe...
The nurse staff duty slaughtered
and the doctors
Beheaded on the floor
White paneled floors covered in red
Chunks of body parts and
GORE lie dead and silent
Echoes of screams repeat five times
I hear babies crying
They dont hear me coming
Opening the door squeeking
Babies looking at me scared and silent
Shooshing them back to
Sleep
They dont know whats coming
Is a big giant
Axe blade to their face
25 babies
Murdered viciously
Sick, demonic, pure
Evil pleasure
Drains away through my veins
The heroin stops to feed
Soon I will need my fix
When I see my next set of babies
Lying their silently
With an
Axe slice across their little bodies
Dead baby graves
Rotting in my backyard
Infant death stench
leaks through the ground quietly
A
Fetish to eat human veal
Im afraid I cannot heal
This
Demented strange
Power of mine
To
Kill fat babies who squeel
I collect heads of the mothers in my basement
I cleancut their limbs violently
Rusty bladed cleaver on a log
Bloody, Brown, and Gooey
Internal Organs laying on the ground
my human bbq feast for
Satan is complete
Loads of heroin in my system
To handle these babies that I will eat
As the mothers vagina will be
My dessert cherry treat....
I must hunt for more!
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