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My Walls
Bodies in pieces
scattered upon the floor
Blood pools beneath me
lifting this damned feature
needle and string
pain it won't bring
bodies upon thousands
swim my walls
bloody masses of dismemberment
Malevolent, Sadistic, or crazy
you might say
a hobby to place another
searching streets and allies
they are found
The sounds of blood curtling screams
rising in me
pleasure, a knot, release me
orgasmic are these sounds
my turn, my time to swim
amongst the masses
my cruelty, my hate
now with those bodies
upon my walls
all of which line the halls
that are my mind
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Comments
Virangelus Says:
A lot of screaming goes on in your poems. This isn't my most favored of yours but that doesn't many its any less of a poem :)