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.
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Author:
Alex Arnot (
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
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Creepy cool. Young people still listen to Slayer! Gosh , I'm old. A little Ed Gein flair there.
Guilty! Ha ha thank you!
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.
FUCKIN' SLAYER!!!! This poem is amazing! Every line gave me goosebumps, and it flows like a river.
Thank you very much!
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