Decomposed Murderer

by Shædow Poet   Mar 13, 2005


Figured perfectionist- gold, not bronze nor silver
Delicious chocolate with sweetened strawberry blood
Smile at this man whom walks with aired optimism
Who seems as seamless as a doll that won’t exist,
But is wound in malevolent inner thoughts
His mind; horrid murders to reminisce.

This picture drawn subtly with Grey led
A mask with chiseled features charismatically formed
The mouth is a wicked smile of corrupt spirits
A torso built by the hands of a shallow soul
Whilst his feet sit humbly in line with the white page
Strange; I can’t see the heart made of pure black coal.

With the eraser my hand glides over the figure
Now the façade can wash away, only truth will remain
His leg; so long, lean and muscular, slowly fade
Azure veins swim up his rotting bones
They spin and weave, oozing black blood down his knees
Landing on his sharp cold toes, made of pure white stone.

Rubber remains fly around the paper as I touch his chest
Rib cages burst open, slowly disintegrating
His heart of coal pumps and wheezes black oil.

A bitter laugh escapes my once trembling lips
The man is a beast sketched without disguise
A mirror image of all he is, from broken nails to disjointed hips.

The last piece of his once misleading shape, his head
Removed are the noodles that once were shining brown
Now there lives a pattern of dulling Grey straw
And his once rosy cheeks, turn creased and inclement
But the icing of this massacre of imbued demolition
Is shadowing that cruel smile he showed through my torment.

I rip the demon illustration into two pieces, my heart mends
The scars within my corpsed body heals
The blood that rests around my carcass evaporates
Whilst the paper dampens with his own murky life source
I can stop haunting the murderous creation that lives
The one who left me dying, wheezing, with a decomposing corpse.

Now with my moistening flesh and dirty pallid face
I salute the picture of the man who shattered me
And that devilish smirk takes my frowns place.

*I know, very wierd... sorry it's not my best.. I'm trying a few different styles, just experimenting with my writing capibilities...*

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  • 19 years ago

    by pinkalias

    I LOVED this
    True, I could tell throughout the piece before you stated that it was most likely an experiment, because it seemed to have difficulty with the flow and some of the words seemed forced.
    However,
    your graphic imagery was brilliant. I cannot praise enough how terrifying and dramatic the picture was painted, and the thorough detail of which you displayed.
    Your symbols were also incredible. Comparing the whole piece of the man to an illustration, stripping it down with the graphic detail and horrific symbols you provided was completely original and skillfully done.
    some lines I admired,
    "This picture drawn subtly with Grey led
    A mask with chiseled features charismatically formed
    The mouth is a wicked smile of corrupt spirits
    A torso built by the hands of a shallow soul
    Whilst his feet sit humbly in line with the white page
    Strange; I can’t see the heart made of pure black coal."
    (note: I didn't really like the last line in that stance though. I think it was too simply stated, it could be re-written more poetically.)

    Overall, Excellent job.

  • 19 years ago

    by Tessa

    You're right it is very unusual, but I do love how detailed your writing is in descriptive terms, I enjoyed reading it immenselu. Do keep it up!

    -Tessa

  • 19 years ago

    by FTS Miles

    Best or not, it's powerful, visual, and visceral. Wonderful piece!

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