P.X. Vexxus

Stabbing her in the belly

Blood explodes like a sea

Drowning his taste buds

The sweet smell of blood

He caresses her dying body

Licking the crimson salt

Chopping off pieces

And wrapping them to go

With each stab, liquid squirts

Painting him with her lovely scent

He pulls out her intestines inch by inch

Eats them like noodles with a bit of pinch

He hangs her lifeless corpse above his own

And sleeps beneath her dripping dead form

When he awakes, he is covered in a crust

He then searches for a new victim, to fulfill his lust

  • Author: P.X. Vexxus (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 24th, 2017 04:25
  • Comment from author about the poem: Flesh [January 15, 2017] From the archives of my insanity, returns a poem lost. Delve into the inner lust of a serial killer...
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  • P.X. Vexxus

    Lmao 😂 thanks for reading friend 🙂

    • P.X. Vexxus

      Haha I'll read your poetry when I get home from work later. 😉

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