When I came to myself, I looked around
Blood and bits of flesh lay on the ground
A lump of gore lay in the middle of the floor
The metallic taste upon my lips cried for more
My hands and nails encrusted in red
Trying to remember, I only had a sense of dread
Had I done this? Had the beast been unleashed?
Trying to hold it at bay, subconsciously had I, it released?
Part of me felt pain, very alone and lost
My continued existence, this the cost
It's inside me plotting more carnage, bloodshed
Me, helpless against it, the beast must be fed
It demands bits of flesh and lots of gore
Lapping it up as the blood runs out onto the floor
Held hostage by this carnivorous beast
A mute voyeur to its ungodly feast
Watching it tear and rend, claw and rip
Eviscerated bodies with blood they drip
I begin to like what I feel, what I see
I blamed it on the beast; was it always me?
No longer using it as an excuse, a shield
To these unholy urges finally I do yield
The warm feeling that I get from all the gore
As it slides from my hands, through my fingers onto the floor
November 19, 2006 (11:07am)
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