Hungry Man

I tried writing horror for the first time. I did a poor job, but here it is.

The people call me hungry man

I’ll come and catch you if I can

 

Don’t be afraid don’t be alarmed

Even humans can be farmed

 

You’re in a hurry, no need to rush

Because I’m hungry for your flesh

 

Your like fish caught in a net, you’ll never be free

And soon you’ll be a part of me

 

Do not seek what you can see

For I am your enemy

 

Watching over where you stand

In any place, in any land

 

I exist deep within your thoughts

I’ll be watching while your body rots

 

Eating through you with my stare

Watching, waiting, everywhere

 

Waiting for the time to strike

Tender flesh is what I like

 

Looking at your slender frame

Hungry, waiting, makes me insane

 

The people call me hungry man

I’ll come and catch you if I can

 

I’ll pin you down and tear your flesh

Savouring your pain there is no rush

 

I’ll fry you up, your heart still beating, lungs still breathing, eyes still seeing

 

I’ll make you into a lovely stew

The very thought makes me hungry for you

 

I take out my knife, and slice a bite, it smells just right, I salivate at the very sight

 

No way out, no way to run, scream if you want no one can hear you hun

 

I’ll start the meal with your eyes, wide with fear, full of surprise

I stuff them in my mouth to pop them like pimples with my teeth

I will savour every single drop

I’ll take it slow, this meal will not be brief

 

To be honest your insides taste a lot like beef, human, cow, no difference to me

 

Because when it’s time for you to be slaughtered

There’s no reason why human flesh would make me bothered

 

I’ll swallow your soul and go for seconds

You’ll never see again I reckon

 

I rip apart your well cooked ribs

I want seconds, I call dibs

 

This is just a perfect meal

I love the way your body feels

 

Chewy pieces in my mouth

Gooey blood is coming out

 

 

The stew is smelling of burnt flesh and sweat

So bloody, so red, so tender, so wet

 

I peel back the flesh revealing bone

I see more of you than you’ve ever known

 

Through the rib cage I see your beatless heart

It’s lifeless, cooked, will never start

 

Now there isn’t so much left

Rest in peace, don’t be upset

 

I only did what anyone would do,

Who doesn’t like a lovely stew?

 

The people call me hungry man

I’ll come and eat you if I can

 

Now there’s nothing left but bones

Underneath a new tombstone

Author's Note

Please tell me what you think. I honestly didn't like it very much, but a friend of mine liked my poem Reapers Scythe, so I wrote another, somewhat like that poem.


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Reviews

[midnight reaper]

Really creepy and the poem itself had an amazing rhythm and was very easy to read

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thank you!

[midnight reaper]

Welcome :)

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

If you like this, try reading Reaper's Scythe . It's another poem by me.