White Fire And Something Else Familiar

I wanted to write something that seemed completely, well, grotesque, so here you go.

The body count was unbelievable

The smell was intoxicating

The taste was exhilarating

 

My hand deftly caressed the red stained knife

Moaning over the memories that swam in my head

Like an infestation, my dreams cried of joy

 

One, four, twenty, a hundred, a million

I don’t remember anymore

The bodies kept on counting over the days

And every day would be the same

 

Screams, dear agonizing screams

They would call to me through the mist

Living and breathing screams

Begging for me to cut them loose

 

Years pass by and their numbers become infinite

Reaching the ceiling and the walls

An ocean of dead bodies

 

And who are they?

 

I don’t know

They are complete strangers to me

An illusion to society

 

But do I care?

 

No, I don’t

 

I crave the flesh being torn off their body like banana peels

Revealing the soft and tender muscles beneath their hide

All ready to feast upon as the neighbors, unknowing of me,

Watch their favorite television show

 

To me, they're just watching white fire

But they also seem to be watching something else familiar

Author's Note

FYI, scenes of blood and death... you were warned...

Reviews

[Wondering Mind]

gruesome imagery with great effect.... I liked the hint in the end.

[Ariel Olivia]

I really liked "An illusion to society" I like that a lot. Wonderful poem, beautiful in a dangerous/morbid way. Amazing.

[Alex Crow]

AWSOME, great imagery

[Princess Derion]

Wonderful imagery. It's kind of sick and twisted, but that's my favorite type of writing. :) Keep up the great work!!

[yourhaircutman]

I love the imagery you create. I think we'd be great friends. We seem to both be fascinated by the same things. Again, a really great poem!