Twisted

Dark curtains mask off his greed for young flesh
the shadows cover the cold glint in his evil eyes
His fingers, the nails tainted black, itch to cause pain
to strangle unsuspecting necks, twist and twist
Children don't doubt him, they have no clue
that under his bed lay skeletons of past victims
His smile seems genuine, but his teeth are too pointy
shining in the moonlight, they crave the taste of blood
The children come when he calls to them
they don't know how twisted his mind has become
He dreams of valleys overflowing with their corpses
and rivers filled to the brim with their warm blood
He thinks of ways to squeeze their lives away
hundreds of plans to eliminate the air from their lungs
His hands are imprinted with the odour of death
animals run from his presence, they know the truth
His heart is tattooed with sin, his soul is rotten
any kindness he shows is to benefit his sick nature
Those he chooses always end up disappearing
no matter how hard you search, you'll never find them

Reviews

[HorrorMaster]

Awesome horror poem.

[Ice Queen of the Vampir..]

Ooh, this is a chilling poem. Gave me the creeps as I read. Very nice write, great job!!!

Heather

[Twisted Words (Tom)]

I had to see what was behind this title. Your description is so full and complete, I'm wondering the inspiration. A tight little package of images.

[KEENAMARiE]

this makes me feel really small. in a good way.

[Kevon]

Wooooooow, the picture is the perfect match, nice poem, When I read this I think of symbols or a secret meaning behind it, I makes u think, That's always good, kuuds

[Tamme]

Wow, a deep character sketch of one creepy guy. It kind of reminds me of a book I once read called The Lovely Bones, except this guy you write of is far more sinister.
Just one thing:
odour -> odor