Perfection of Darkness: The Fourth Book of Poems

Verse Six: The Baleful

Planting a seed, hope it doesn't grow

But harvesting the fruit of pure terror

You let the agony in

You opened the door to Hell

I planted life just to watch it die

But harvested the skulls that came within it

I didn't let them in

The police never entered my home

But I entered you

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That was all in the past

But I still visit their graves

I still linger by their bodies

Buried in my backyard

I was never caught but I subdued sadism

Your face still has the same look on it before you died

Sorrow and suffering

Your wounds didn't heal, they didn't close

Their only infested with vermin

I get the same feeling again

I pick up the knife I once hid away

And enter the streets before it is day

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Now I buried up the past

I have four bodies lying on the floor

Two dead

Two barely alive

I grew my garden again

The vineyard of human flesh

It's splayed all over the floor

This room reeks like a casket

But that's just what it is

A pile of bodies in the corner

The survivors on the wall

Torturing them until they fall

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My arms behind my back

The corpses now in body bags

I'm being dragged from my own home

With a piece of liver in my mouth

They found me

Just like Satan found you

You opened his door

Just like I'm opening my jail cell

I hung my former inmates with their own skin

Severed the heads of the officers

But I didn't take the guns

What fun would that be?

Called 911 just to have some fun

Put my victim on the phone

Killed him as he spoke

Left the phone in his mouth where his tongue should've been

The other officer on the phone is trying to talk to him

But he can't

Because there's no one alive to talk to

Leaving the scence but never leaving my past behind

I now know it's true that not everything can stayed buried

But it's ironic I dug it back up

And replaced the bodies with new ones

But ate the old ones

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Now they're searching

Telling all the people to keep their doors shut

To not let anyone in

But I'm already inside

In a boys closet

He had two older sisters but now their entrails are tied together

The mother and father have switched their limbs

Viewing in the dark

I've left my mark