Lion

By braintrain

Tue, 03 Aug 2010
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6 comments
 

I reek of death
when I cast my eyes upon my victim
the stench fills me
overwhelming me
pushing aside reason
under a wave of putrid maggots
and a maddening vortex of gruesome flies
I dine upon rotten flesh and swallow thick clods
of cold blood
ravaging the corpse to the last bite
relishing the power I gain
feeling immortal
Yet still unsatisfied
I pounce into the darkness on all fours
In search of another
to quench my bloodlust.
Meowwwww

Certificate 18
Poem
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by jennifer on
Needs a much stronger age rating, I think! Oh, and a little punctuation wouldn't hurt. J x

 

Submitted by braintrain on
ohh I skipped those parts

Submitted by jennifer on
Don't forget that we have younger readers. Also worth putting something in the 'teaser' box to prevent the first part of the poem coming up with such strong subject matter, since this is visible. J x

 

Submitted by maggyvaneijk on
love the gruesomeness of this, great choice of words and I personally like the lack of punctuation, it's asif the lion is painting a scene with his mind

 

Submitted by braintrain on
thx I don't think it needs punctuation either

Submitted by braintrain on
I wrote this right after I got stalked one night by a real cougar.I won't forget that one.He almost had me.If I didn't notice him I was done.