Prey. Transfixed in my sight. My sense of smell hightened by your fear
I am aware.
Aware of my ravaging hunger
Aware of my great thirst for blood
Aware that you are my next feast
Warm guts, sinew and bone on my primative mind
This time will be different
I will masticate you with red wine and camembert cheese
Spit roast you first over some fiery red-hot charcoles left over from the early morning light
Perusian Pheasant was on my palate then.
A little morsel spread with goat cheese over salt-encrusted crackers.
Smack damn delicious!
I shreak with hiddeous delight over that which I am about to devoir
Brain's a-la tar-tar for my first course tonight
OH, what a night it shall be!
beneath the zenith of the new moon
blood-red to match my decaying saliva from this morning's feast
remnants remaining on my cedar grizzled fur.
There's nothing quite like fresh blood walking beneath the shadows of last light
urinating at the mere site of my
hideous countenance
Now in your death we shall dine !!!!!!
No comments:
Post a Comment