Poetic stories (Gore)

Lost innocence

A year in the start

From birth to runaway art

Forever in her debt

The debt which never forgot.

Clean was she first

Then came the “Lessons”

To kill or to be killed

Captured innocence choked out.

Tortured, bloody men,

Tied up with a silver chain

Poured on with cut

Bucket of fear and pain.

First were the animals

Then were captured men

Along came little kids

Trapped in the darkened den.

Years rolled by,

Still, the same terror resides

Getting stronger crueller

In the little dark lit cellar.

First came the girl her “brother” stalked,

She was gothic, oh! She was perfect for

They tasted the blood of

each-other

Killing drunk teens in clutter.

Second, came her “uncle’s” turn,

For he never let a girl or boy untouched,

Breathed through the heavy of his axe,

“Say cheese!” he pictured their last breath.

Tears through her closed eyes,

Her grandma was just a vision by,

Have faith, have a little smile

God is looking! That’s what last she cried.

Six years, six hell bound years

St. Thanos mansion of curse

Tied with Satan’s family cheer,

She kept her grandma’s silent little prayer.

She left the screaming mansion,

Slided into martial arts,

Promised to return for combat

Till death do her apart.

Not long on her return

Was “father” waiting for curve

A sword she silently promised

His head on the morgue.

Then came the hellish fight

This time she screamed but in delight

As she cut her pregnant sister in law

In 5 pieces in striped light.

Clean was she first,

Now she played emotionless,

Her “parents” smiled, they smiled with cheer

While she bled sweat with a merciless glare.

With bored eyes on them as she slit,

Her mother asked, “Why?”

Her reply was quick and simple,

Like mother like daughter dies.

Blood from where she was born,

Blood is all that she craved now,

Blood as red as ever,

She laughed as she became her nightmare forever.