painted red Dark Tales From The Pit

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"Painted Red"---Chad 2005

The shadows crept in, and they dripped from her skin,
As she motioned, "come closer.." she said.
"On this star lit night, under full moonlight,
The leaves have been painted with red."

I remember his touch, his rage, and his lust,
As he tore the shirt clean from my back.
And after a squeeze, and screams silenced by breeze,
It was then that he decided to hack.

My legs were the first, the bone splintered and burst,
He slashed through tissue and fat.
And he began to cry, with whimper and sigh,
As his heart grew colder, and black.

Have mercy on the moon,and make sure to leave room,
for the serpents and devils that hiss.
For the demons that crawl, and devour us all,
It's too late, how'd she end up like this?

My arms remained clinging, wounds open, still stinging,
My Armageddon is here at last.
And with a stream of red, he displaced my head,
And my soul then finally passed.

The final snap, was a deafening crack.
It shook the trees down to their roots.
He brushed off his jacket,
Disposed of the hatchet,
and wiped the mess from his boots.

No time to morn, her body lay scorn,
"It's burial time" he thought
so he tore through the ground, so she'd never be found,
With the shovel and strength that he brought.

My pieces remain there, the parts dainty and fair,
still fresh and warm to the touch.
The insects will feast, on the meal from the beast,
on the body that was crushed in his clutch.

It's hard to keep sane, when your buried in shame,
you've grown so accustomed to rage.
When your life's like a death, and you can't take a breath,
the hate grows stronger with age.

When murder's an art, death's a good start,
But your heart will sputter and spit.
He lives on his own, and what he's been shown,
will follow him down to the pit.

Can you still be alive, if you fail to survive?
Can your memory torment and tease?
Guilt eats you away, When you worry all day,
It'll creep up, and spread like disease.

He'll never forget, But perhaps he'll regret,
The feeling of squeezing her skin.
And the familiar cries, that haunt worried eyes,
To accompany the bed that he's in.

It was just a disguise, to distract me from lies.
That devil! His blood runs cold.
And as I lay scattered, bloodied and battered,
Never forget the story I've told.

In the whispered dark, he left his mark,
But my memory will torment him now,
I've swirled in the dreams, infected with screams,
Conceived in the mind of the sow.

I've become undone, But pity's no fun,
Just learn from the lesson I've taught.
When the devils wing by, And tensions run high,
You will pay for the fight that you've fought.



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