Perfection of Darkness: The Fourth Book of Poems

Verse Four: Brutally Obdurate

I just wanna cut them up

Make them bleed just for me

Let them suffer, they deserve to feel some pain

Feel some real agony

Dump their bodies down a well

I wanna make the streams red, I wanna drink from an ocean of blood

Skulls float in my bathroom sink

Revenge literally tastes so sweet

I'm cutting my tongue on the knife I'm licking

The pain they give me tastes so sweet

I'm cutting your head on the saw blade I made for you

Don't worry, it won't be sharp

Can you feel the dull metal digging into your spine?

I wanna see it break, I want to see your whole body bathed in your blood

I want to drain all life from you

I'm covered in blood, but it isn't my own

Your a dried up corpse with dry open wounds

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Before she bled, she pleaded

No words of solace enter my mind

Before her throat opened, I made her watch the others die

Already spraying her with blood

Eating the pus of the bodies

Jabbing the infected wounds with glass

Swallow it

Puncturing the throat from within

Can't scream, blood trickling down your neck

No words with no tongue

Hang the body up like the rest

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Sadistic and obdurate

Enjoy the pained look as the skin burns

Flip the body and let the flames engulf the victim

Scorching their mind, scorching their reality

I've got a one track mind screaming at me

Sever their limbs

Fracture the skulls

Carve off the lips and sewn them on a new body

Take their skin and wear it proudly

My trophy of disgust, my valor of misery

Audacity dies from within

And terror rises like a flame

Snapped shin

Leads you to fall down the stairs in shame

Crawl away

Don't leave me astray

It's only just begun

The floors aren't bloodied enough

Your wounds are just barely healing

So let me clean them with salt

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I can hear others crying in the basment

Mothers plead for their childs safety

I respond with a hammer to its skull

Leaving the body on the floor

For the rats and maggots

Others scream in rage

To let them out of the cage

I respond with dragging them out

Jab a knife in their wrists and calves

Pull them over, dump them in the boiling water

Not enough to drown

Their screams are without loathe

Just pity

But I have no mercy for my own kind

Your skin will never be the same

Neither will your delirious mind

Because of this I will never be the same

Once normal but now insane

Obdurate, no persuasion

Sadistic, bring me pain

Obdurate, no moral influence

Sadistic, tease them with death

Obdurate, can't feel pity

Sadistic, splitting a human into five

Obdurate, no emotion

Sadistic, no motion