The Butcher [Graphic: Viewer Discretion Advised]

P.X. Vexxus



He carves her body with his blood-stained Knife

He laughs as she bleeds, as he takes her life

He chops the meat up, wraps it by the slice

Puts it in the freezer, buried in the ice
 


They wonder where she went, she's still missing on the news

But she's dead, they're searching for evidence being consumed

The meat so tender, he wears her scent like a perfume

While he devours her, the police cancel their pursuit
 


He finds another victim, walking alone at night

He creeps up behind her, She doesn't put up a fight

She awakes in a basement, blood visible in the dim light

Crimson trickles from a table, wrapped meat stacked tight


 
The butcher walks slowly down his dusty stairs

She pulls at her chains, after seeing his apron and wares

He grabs his blood-stained knife and walks towards her

He stabs her in the chest, and starts cutting without a word


 
She screams and fights, but loses too much blood

She dies with a look of horror on her face, her head drops with a thud

He carves the meat after having his delicious fun

Alone in his basement, he eats with the rising sun

  • Author: P.X. Vexxus (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 15th, 2017 14:00
  • Comment from author about the poem: The Butcher [August 30, 2016] A serial cannibal who enjoys torturing his victims.
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  • burning-embers

    Great write. Vivid and horrific. Sadly i missed his laughter from the 2nd victim though. Any chance of a take-out?

  • Its Raskolnikov

    You're not afraid to go into that kind of world of writing, I like it.



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