Remember...

[callmecaleb]

I love to remember the men I dismember
Whose life is cheap and ends so bloody.

Yes, I remember that boy last November
Who cried and pled before he bled.
His skin was white and smooth as cream,
His salty tears, his shrieking scream
Went silent, drowned in blood.

I sleep and remember those young men dismembered.
Their screeching pain and abject terror
Creating dreams so wild and wet I slide off my bed,
And conger new vicious ways
To cut and gut their sweet young flesh.

Oh, yes, I remember the guy in September
A sweet and pretty and tender fellow,
A life so joyful until I strung him beneath the willow.
He cried and screamed and pissed—so yellow—
I smiled and soothed and slit his gut
And buried my face in the moist warm viscera
That once lay deep inside his belly.

Deep in December it’s nice to remember
A boy will die to lie at my side
And warm my bed with sticky blood,
Delicious flesh, and broken bones.
I’ll clasp the pieces to my chest, my hunger sated,
And blissfully dream of more such feasts.

I dream and remember those bodies dismembered,
Of cutting and slicing and chewing, consuming,
Feasting on lives so sweet and tender.
Oh, yes, I remember.

 

[deaddirty]

Hey, that's good!