Disfigurement Will SufficeA Poem by Blackened Soul
Exploding in a fit of rage,
My true feelings can no longer be caged, And when I see that smirk on your face, I can feel only hatred's comforting embrace! That disgusting smile of self righteousness, My hatred grows strong, inflaming my consciousness, And I feel it is necessary that I make some corrections, Reshaping your face into a more desirable complexion, I ask that you excuse the bluntness of my bat, He tells it like it is, and would like a quick chat, Striking you hard until you stop moving, But you won't die yet, I make sure you're still breathing, As you lie unconscious on the hard floor, MY mind is overflowing with anticipation, excitement for more! I pull out my knife to make careful incisions, Reconstructing your face without your decision! Lets widen your eyes, bring out your ears, Raise up your eyebrows, all without tears, You're far too blacked out to know what I've done, I've even made some extra incisions, just for fun! Just need my needle and thread, to stitch you up nice, I don't want you to die, disfigurement will suffice, Death is to good for someone like you, Instead you're deformed, leaving nothing more for me to do. © 2012 Blackened Soul |
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