Post by darrelljoyce on Jul 6, 2010 23:52:30 GMT
Hi guys,
Here's A Night To Dismember, my first attempt at writing a horror poem. I was trying to write something darkly funny, a piece that gets you laughing despite yourself - a guilty pleasure.
Enjoy!
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Selecting my victim, so young and so pure
A vulnerable beauty, unsoiled and demure
I stay in the dark so she can’t see who follows
This little girl will see no more tomorrows
She hears my footsteps and glances behind her
Wherever she runs, though, I’m certain to find her
I whip out my switchblade before she can scream
Her fearful expression a beautiful dream
I grab the young thing, drag her into the bushes
She kicks and she struggles, she fights and she pushes
I hold her in place as she's trying to flee
A slash from my knife and her soul is set free
I pick up the corpse, throw it into my car
I drive back to my place (it's not very far)
My tools are laid out in my room just upstairs
My work is a pleasure which nobody shares
This room is a place that you should be afraid of
It's where I find out what my victims are made of
I'm fiercely attentive - I never neglect them
Each moment is bliss when I start to dissect them
She lies on the table, so pliant and slim
I'm free to give vent to my every last whim
But, nice as it is that she's here in my den
I wish I could go back and kill her again!
Wasting no time, I get rid of her clothes
Admiring my girl from her head to her toes
Deploying my scalpel with consummate skill
Each careful incision provides a new thrill
All else is forgotten, I'm lost in my work
My mania grips me, and drives me berserk
I open her body, I carve and I probe
There's no sight on earth like a dead girl disrobed!
She doesn't resist when I cut off her breasts
I think she must like it - she never protests
I'm giving this girlie a night to remember
I sweat and I drool and proceed to dismember
I hack and I cleave like a butcher on acid
A stirring distracts me - I'm no longer flaccid
I slice off her head, its eyes frozen with fear
Then, all of a sudden, I have an idea
I lay down my scalpel and take off my trousers
These lovely dead girls are such powerful arousers!
I pick up the head when I'm fully undressed
And use those sweet lips for the thing they do best
A feeling so fine as she sucks and she teases
Euphoric sensations at love's sweet releases
And after I'm spent, when the deed is all done
I know our adventure has barely begun
I still have her body, it's there on the table
Whenever I'm ready, she's willing and able
And next time I need her, I'll know where to go
She's never too tired, she never says no
Some people say it's not much of a life
But it's so much more fun than I'd have with a wife
It's all so exciting, the things you can find
When heeding the demons that live in your mind
Hacksaws and meat hooks and razor-sharp knives
The screams of the damned as they beg for their lives
My pretty young girlie's intestinal strings
These are a few of my favourite things
Here's A Night To Dismember, my first attempt at writing a horror poem. I was trying to write something darkly funny, a piece that gets you laughing despite yourself - a guilty pleasure.
Enjoy!
*********
Selecting my victim, so young and so pure
A vulnerable beauty, unsoiled and demure
I stay in the dark so she can’t see who follows
This little girl will see no more tomorrows
She hears my footsteps and glances behind her
Wherever she runs, though, I’m certain to find her
I whip out my switchblade before she can scream
Her fearful expression a beautiful dream
I grab the young thing, drag her into the bushes
She kicks and she struggles, she fights and she pushes
I hold her in place as she's trying to flee
A slash from my knife and her soul is set free
I pick up the corpse, throw it into my car
I drive back to my place (it's not very far)
My tools are laid out in my room just upstairs
My work is a pleasure which nobody shares
This room is a place that you should be afraid of
It's where I find out what my victims are made of
I'm fiercely attentive - I never neglect them
Each moment is bliss when I start to dissect them
She lies on the table, so pliant and slim
I'm free to give vent to my every last whim
But, nice as it is that she's here in my den
I wish I could go back and kill her again!
Wasting no time, I get rid of her clothes
Admiring my girl from her head to her toes
Deploying my scalpel with consummate skill
Each careful incision provides a new thrill
All else is forgotten, I'm lost in my work
My mania grips me, and drives me berserk
I open her body, I carve and I probe
There's no sight on earth like a dead girl disrobed!
She doesn't resist when I cut off her breasts
I think she must like it - she never protests
I'm giving this girlie a night to remember
I sweat and I drool and proceed to dismember
I hack and I cleave like a butcher on acid
A stirring distracts me - I'm no longer flaccid
I slice off her head, its eyes frozen with fear
Then, all of a sudden, I have an idea
I lay down my scalpel and take off my trousers
These lovely dead girls are such powerful arousers!
I pick up the head when I'm fully undressed
And use those sweet lips for the thing they do best
A feeling so fine as she sucks and she teases
Euphoric sensations at love's sweet releases
And after I'm spent, when the deed is all done
I know our adventure has barely begun
I still have her body, it's there on the table
Whenever I'm ready, she's willing and able
And next time I need her, I'll know where to go
She's never too tired, she never says no
Some people say it's not much of a life
But it's so much more fun than I'd have with a wife
It's all so exciting, the things you can find
When heeding the demons that live in your mind
Hacksaws and meat hooks and razor-sharp knives
The screams of the damned as they beg for their lives
My pretty young girlie's intestinal strings
These are a few of my favourite things