The Butcher ~ An Ode To Horror

I already know of
the
delights that
awaits
me

The taste
the smell
the excitement
your fear

We are the same
you and I
gaseous chunks of
meat waiting to
decay
yet

You beseech
upon Death
as if Death
empathize with
your existence

We're
nothing
more
than
meat

Meat to be
flayed
carved up
and displayed
works of culinary art

A fine cuisine indeed
shall we

Invite
death to
the table

For
surely you can feel
your life force
e b b i n g a w a y
with each cut
with each filet
with each deliberate
chop
of
my
blade

The
smell of
your blood
arouses me
in ways you'll
never understand
and
the taste
ahhh the taste
stimulates my curiosity

A cut here
a cut there
spues blood
everywhere

Rivers of Orgasmic W o n d e r s

Curious
I feel
as a child
in a candy store
delighted to witness
such decadence

I surrender to
its purity
the taste
the smell
the excitement

Your
fear