Repulsion of One

Disoriented by memories I cannot conceive,
Ten thousand corpses striped down to expose abused genitals,
Hands of the dead leach forward,
Some sort of rotten flesh genocide,
Psychological thoughts tear through my mind,
Down to my knee's, I take a single breath,
It's my chest that receives the final blow,
The maliciously hounding murderer,
Keeps the knife with perfect aim,
Ferociously it punctures the skin,
Pushed deeper, and every time extracted more violently,
Now he looks at my bloodied body,
This mutilation is complete.

Ian Robert Potapoff

Date Completed:
1/11/2005
Insperation:
Hatred :)