Corpse Of A Cannibal

Music to me is a source of escape drug, metal is though m/...

Down the paved road, with streams of soap water, came a single red line of blood. It increased to its own channel next to the water’s. The black and rusty gate stood wide open, luring the uninvited guest to come and take a look. Fine sprays of mist formed in the air, a rainbow fell to the other side of the yard. The mist disappeared slowly in the midsummer days last shining rays.

                A butterfly flew past, over the sparkling white car that stood in the middle of the yard, through the fine mist that formed every second. Loud guitar and drum solos thrust itself out of the car’s almost closed doors. The first lines of George Fisher’s vocals blasted the silence away:

“Cadaver filled carcasses flood the land
Methodically emptied of bone and blood
Left to be one with the dirt again
To decompose
It wall will end in the dirt again”

On the paved road floods of water came spewing out of the hose pipe. At the end of the pipe was a golden tanned hand. A couple of hairs glisten from the end of the arm, reflecting the sun’s light. A black tattoo covered the whole arm; the words “Forever young” in a classic tattoo font stood out from the other dull tattoos. This was a new tattoo.

Open eyes stared into nowhere; he looked the killer in the eyes before he died. In the middle of his forehead, a hole sat with the blood that spewed out in a single red line. The pool of blood around his head mixed with the soapy water. Behind the dead body white walls of foam lied, red drops of blood entered before he died. The yellow shirt that he had on was ripped from the top collar to the last seem at the bottom. As the music played along, as the song came to an end, something happened to the body. Small jerked movements struck the body, and then faded away. The songs last verse played in the open light:

“Sacrificing mortal beings never to subside
Savage beatings pulverized and no one heard the cries
Taking all the innards out of every single corpse
Decomposing slaughtered waits to rot”

Through the yellow shirt on the back of the body, black wings started to grow out of him. Only the tips showed, but you could see them. The eyes of the dead body turned black, a solid fill covering all the white in the eyes. Teeth grew out of mouth, the old teeth fell out. The jerking stopped again. His fingertips grew inward, it produced gut wrenching cracks.

                The tall black winged figure stood up in the last rays of sun. The last drum beat stopped, the song faded out. The figure’s eyes closed. The wings started to thrust, backwards then forward. Slowly he rose and flew away.

Author's Note

Dont ask where I got this =/ my mind is twisted

Reviews

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

Huh, very interesting, I like how you used the song in this playing it within your story. A interesting ending as well.
As I see someone commented about Jeepers Creepers, it does sort of have that feeling to it. Jeepers Creepers is a movie with a flesh eating creature. Rather good movie it is too, just as your story is good. Nice write.

[WritersSoul]

Surreal, like it :)

[((Teenage_Poet_Loser))]

i dont know what jeepers creepers is???

[Scytheriax]

Agreed with Jeremy Haynes.
Maybe tweak it a bit to make it more original?

[Jeremy Haynes]

Sounds good, but has a Jeepers Creepers feel to it.

[Shep]

I think I saw a movie with this bad dude in it. I can t think of name off hand. But it was awesome. As you can see I like this. Movie name Jeepers Creapers. I looked it up. Nicely done on the story.. hope you write novel using this dude in it would be awesome.