Wednesday, 31 August 2011


His eyes, wide and blue,
Waiting, like his mouth, to swallow you.
Bring you down to his dark depths,
Until broken bones are all that's left.
And you look into his mad eyes,
See a hint of rotting, dead flies.
He drags you down in a mess of arms,
And you cry out in terrible alarm.
But nobody sees your pitiful eyes,
Bound as he, with horrible cries.
Blood flies about and tears drop to the floor,
Internal organs and gut-splitting gore,
The psychopath tears apart his next meal.
will you be like him, unable to feel?