It’s sad your fear
Knowing that death is near
You lay hapless as a newborn
Covered in feces
You tell me you love me
You’re so full of shit
You would tell me anything now
To save
Your pathetic life
But I promise to bestow upon you
Something greater
Something
More perspicacious than life itself
With your death
I shall create a
Symphonic Masterpiece
In the uproar
Upon finding you
Naked of flesh
Hanging by your intestines
Will surpass that of Burke and Hare
Killers extraordinaire
I shall become known as
The one
To whom all others pay homage
So pray to me and ask my forgiveness
For even God knows
Not to interfere with that which I create
You see
Crying is futile
Yet your wail
Sound as beautiful music
Salaciously enticing
Your tongue
I shall keep
As a
Reminder of this moment
So scream my child
Scream
Until your heart’s content
And your lungs collapse
For there is patience in dying
And my knives
Are sharper than surgeons steel
So relax
Time
Is not of the essence here
Would you
Care a taste
Open wide and eat off your flesh
For heaven abounds in its delicacies
Do you not see
How my dogs devour it so
Your breast I shall keep for myself
For I find immeasurable pleasure comes
From eating
Chocolate covered nipples
The way the areola
Plays upon the palate
Like a child eating cotton candy on a rainy day
I shall relish in its memories forever
Your eyes I will keep as witness
Seeing only unto themselves
Pickled and tart
A perfect noon snack
With crackers and tea
Don’t you think
Imagine
Their shock and awe
Visualize the headlines
Monster Stalks City
As if
My monstrosity
They can envision (input demonic laughter)Monsters all of them
*Recycling feces upon the populace
Yet
There’s breath in your lungs
To vilify me insane
Insanity could not have created death
So beautifully orchestrated
And demonstrated-As abstract poetry
Beautiful in its fluency
Next only
To the decay of society
Your death
The epitome
The hallmark of all my gatherings
Culminated in your sufferings
Will outlive posterity
And I
Long dead
Shall be resurrected
A copycat
A Rock Star
For you see my dear
It will not end
With you or I
Or the sudden ablation
Of your flesh
No-
You will live
Until
The abstraction of your heart
And I promise you
My love
Saved for last
It will be
The best part
*Somewhere in Japan scientist have learned how to recycle human feces into food. Wouldn’t it be better as an alternative source of energy, instead of steaks for human consumption?
