Perfection of Darkness: The Fourth Book of Poems

Verse Twenty: Drinking Blood

There's a crimson taste in my mouth

But no stench of decay

A living organism constantly bleeding

A living human being filled with vermin

The foot infested with crawling maggots

Tape worms wrap around his heart

But each drop eludes death

The taste of metal sinking into my gums

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Needed a mortar and pestal

The mortar is your skill

The pestal is your bone

Squeezing the last remains of life from your neck

I wash my hands in your blood

To get rid of my humane features

I burn and disfigure myself

So I can be called subhuman

I need my drink everday

But when you are away

I drink from my wrist

You don't know I feast when you sleep

Can't figure out where the cuts are coming from

They told you it was me

They told to run

Bur you said no and now your a fountain of blood

Pour for me

Regenerate my lungs so they may be filled

Make her heart pump until it dies out

Shred it into a smoothie when it decays

When it was left in the sun

To rot and infest

Choking on your tongue, I can't hear you speak

Swallowing your own blood, I can't hear you scream

White pale body, drenched in blood

The freezer is your grave

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I've built my home from my victims

Walls made of human skin

No light illuminates inside

The only smell is the stench of the dying living

Walk into your casket

Iron maden made of my knives

Pierce the skin but don't worry

You won't be dying today

The flames can wait to consume you

First I'll bleed you out

We'll both be drinking the blood inside of you

Suck it out with a straw chipping at torn flesh

It's getting hotter

Spear through your anus coming out from your mouth

Turning your lifless body over a flame

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Walking behind someone

They've cut their finger

And I see the violet drops on the floor

They turn into pools

The pools fill with bodies