Dr. Wembley

The despondent tale of a broken taxidermist.

He marveled at his monsterous creations,

Though in the beggining this was not his intention.

He was a kind young gent,

With a kind warm heart.

But when his wife left him,

It tore him apart.

Now he hunts down his victims; 

Ridding them of their lives.

Hollows out their sockets, 

Replaces them with glass eyes.

It amuses him so, 

To put them in fixated poses.

The man became dazzled,

By his preserved "roses".

He abraded the innocent,

And cleaned up the mess.

He became a monster,

With what had been broken inside of his chest.

Eons went by,

The man became inattentive,

With his profession of collecting hide,

His twisted incentive.

So one day he spoke, 

Of his brand new mission.

To chop off the heads,

Of all who had hurt him.

By night his sanity twisted,

A new monstrosity had been propagated.

Hidden in the shadows,

He sat and he waited.

The unsuspecting innocent,

They never saw it coming.

When he tore out their organs,

The pain he had felt for his wife; numbing.

He felt proudly, a mortician,

Sewing up their freshly broken flesh,

This had become his sick obsession.

With every stitched eyeball, 

And every blood soaked shirt.

He realized his incensement,

Had only made what hurt...

Worse...

So he put down his blades,

His guns, and his glass eyes.

Saw who he had become,

Was who he really despised.

The man rummaged through his chiffonier,

Until he found what he had seeked,

He unraveled the rope,

And got to his feet.

And with a big gulp

The man went outside,

Found the nearest tree,

And became braver with each stride.

He tied the rope,

Tighter than tight.

Stepped on a stool,

As his knuckles turned white.

Before he had died,

This doctor had said,

"The beasts I had shot became the beast inside."

Reviews

[quinfinn]

diary of a mad taxidermist.....this is very well penned and extremely thought provoking. for a brief moment i thought you were actually going to take this to another extreme altogether, and have him stuffing young ladies as his love toys....i was almost disappointed that you didn't, but this is just a marvelous write about a man consumed by his fancies and obsessive hobby. well done!

[Poe Redd]

This is sick and beautiful! A morbid story i happily read through to the end!

[Ethale Captor]

Excellent job. The layout and the way you structured the work brings it into a brilliant focus.

[Gary Motherfucking Oak]

This is fantastic!

[Kenneth Stephen Goodpas..]

Tragic. As I read it made me think of Sweeney Todd. I quite enjoyed it.

[Mr Dunne Poetry]

Oh, this is just brilliant. Not that I can legally mention him for another year, but my Father is a taxidermist by trade. This piece describes that twisted, warped man to a tee. This is going straight into my library...just to piss him off lol ;)

[Mr Dunne Poetry]

I've shared this piece on Twitter, I hope you don't mind. @CensoredRapPoet

[Graveyardfuck]

It's fine. Thank you for the review. ^_^

[Mr Dunne Poetry]

Cool. You're welcome. Thanks for sharing :)

[Graveyardfuck]

Sorry guys, I was in a rush when I made this and I don't have anything to correct my spelling.
I meant to add more but I was in such a hurry I just posted it.
I will fix my mistakes when I get a chance.

[Riley Bray]

Wow, this is definitely a unique way of writing this, utterly splendid!

The only things I have to comment on are some spelling mistakes. On the first line lies the word, "monsterious," im not sure whether you meant to say mysterious or monstrous, so there are tthe correct spellings for each. (Or maybe you tried to mash the words together?)

The second thing I have to point out is in the first line of the third stanza, "victoms." The correct spelling for the plural of victim is victims. Overall wonderful poetry my friend!