Edibal Slaughter of Distress

Abomination,
Their creation,
Misery's fascination.

Transforming flesh,
A ghastly expression,
The pain of distress.

Slaughtering your remains,
This is where you belong,
In the ditch of the song.

I'll kill again and I'll never get caught,
Your decomposed body is covered in rot,
Mangled and torn, your skeletal crown I've worn.

Extreme frustration or totally insane,
Violent urges of self-destruction,
Jump off the building, or perhaps decapitation.

Whatever the method,
It's the taste of your prey,
Cannibal like corpse for your daughters play.

Stabbed in the throat,
You must close your eyes for me to survive,
I finally realize its not my suicide.

Your body is now deprived,
All the hate and all the lies,
It's sad that your the one who finally has to die.

Ian Robert Potapoff

Date Completed:
1/16/2005