Post Mortem Portrait

Alex Arnot

A pale cadaver that I see,

Cold and limp before my feet

A perfect portrait of the obscene,

But here and now it brings intrigue.

A death like a perfect Broadway play

Lost yourself in such a way.

Tempted so many times to slay,

but only now has come that day.

Flesh and bone without a soul

The canvas fades as you turn cold

Stiffening limbs and rotting flesh

My art that truly took your breath

Now I put you on display

This museum that became your grave

In the chair I sit with pride

Satisfaction in my eyes

Despite the fate that waits for me

The price of creating my masterpiece.

  • Author: Alex Arnot (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 23rd, 2017 20:15
  • Comment from author about the poem: Enjoy this horror poem that's somewhat inspired by the song Dead Skin Mask by Slayer
  • Category: Fantasy
  • Views: 48
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  • Heather T

    Creepy cool. Young people still listen to Slayer! Gosh , I'm old. A little Ed Gein flair there.

    • Alex Arnot

      Guilty! Ha ha thank you!

      • Heather T

        I have a Slayer tour t-shirt from like 20 some years ago. They came around last year with the Carolina Rebellion here. I was more of a Pantera fan.

      • Wackyheartache4

        FUCKIN' SLAYER!!!! This poem is amazing! Every line gave me goosebumps, and it flows like a river.

        • Alex Arnot

          Thank you very much!



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