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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Riddles  |  House: Booksie Classic

Attempting to get into the headspace of a serial killer and one particular exploit

Sharply descending the plane of existence
The pinnacle, confound resistance
I shout into the distance
You want self subsistence

You eat among the sheep
A trough forever growing
I'll aim my sights towards forever sleep
A red river cut, ever flowing

Life seeps from your corporeal essence
A soul robbed of internal flourescence
My moves, reek of putrescence
We'll be together finally, a coalscence

Swift hands draw dotted lines
A quartering of limbs
Cauterizing the bloodlines
A fluttering of whims

Don't choke on your blood
Your eyes hold deep lucidity
A fear, recesses the flood
Accepting your state of placidity

You've been laid out on the table
Sharp knives, more than able
Your current state of disable
It's my time, for your appraisal

Carving and slashing
No time for your abashing
Blood seeps from under your final resting place

I'll lock your parts in my safe
Two cloths, holding your final embrace
Arms in arms, enlace
No one will find your carcase

Submitted: June 06, 2021

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