Blood And Gore

Tear at the flesh and listen as they scream,
Their pain like sweet candy to roll on your tongue,
Smell the fear like an acrid stench rising from them,
They smell so good, scared, tender, and young.
Take a knife from the wall, a nice shiny blade,
Hold it up and watch the fear and horror fill their eyes,
Slide it inside until the hilt meets flesh and it won't go any further,
Stopping for just a moment to savour their cries.
Choose your toys from the array of weapons,
Play with them a little bit more,
Wait until the cries finally stop and the head slumps forwards,
Feel sated and content with your love of blood and gore.
Turn to the room and see the walls with the others chained up,
The room painted in their blood, a vibrant crimson red,
Feel the stillness well up deep inside you,
And walk from the room with the stench of the dead.
Lock the door and turn around to leave the desolate building,
Feel the need to find the next perfect person for fun and more,
Imagine when the cries finally stop and the head slumps forward,
You'll feel sated and content with your love of blood and gore...

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