Cut!!

Just a little fun on this Monday morning, I hope you are entertained!

The first cut washes pain from my urge,

Fire eats at the flesh like bacon burnt,

Castrated youth leaves no detail in me,

Urine comes alive with an electric current.

 

Slide nails in skin as deep as you need,

Failed tests a science to quake her foot,

Liquid pus absolves guilt of the suits,

Plunge hookes within the swelled gut.

 

Intestines squirm as maggotts in my hand,

A fetish known only to those of death row,

Magical high's are smelled by those fortunate,

A larks sounds will never silence the crow.

 

Breath stinking after meals of the dirty,

Tense ache hightens more a mere run,

No doubt or remorse expressed in my soul,

For its all in the end, just creepy fun.

Author's Note

I love you all, have fun!

Reviews

[Miss Marie Riorden.]

Ghastly, in a good way of course.
"The first cut washies pain from my urge,
Fire eats at the flesh like bacon burnt,"
Odd simile here, but it's alright. Descriptive enough you know. I could agree with it knowing that feeling.
Btw. 3rd stanza, first line. Maggots.
I like how haunting and dark this is too.

-Marie-

[Kenneth The Poet]

Disturbing, this could about my carcass after my gruesome death.

[Muse]

This made me squirm........like nails on the chalk board. Was that your intentions here? You mess with the senses....I admire you for this.