Homicidal Mania By Richard H. Fay In the mad fantasies of my warped mind, I’ve murdered you over ten thousand times. I’ve killed you one hundred different ways, Each more gruesomely ghastly than the last. Sick of your harsh looks and judgmental stares, I’ve jabbed meatforks into your bulging eyes, Twisted ‘til your brain became gory mush, Then scooped out the bloody mess with a spoon. Done with your irate sighs and wrathful words, I’ve sliced out your tongue with a rusty blade, Poured a bucket of rocksalt down your throat, Then watched in pleasure as you gagged and choked. Weary of your cruel grip and clumsy touch, I’ve bound you in ropes and sawed off your hands, Flayed the flesh from your mutilated form, Then waited patiently while you bled out. I wonder what new horrors awaits you In my diabolical dreams tonight?
NEW DARK POEM, and it's possibly my sickest dark poem to date — "Homicidal Mania".
Writing a sick work like this shows just what kind of mood I'm in today — darker than dark!
Eh, it's cathartic!
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