It’s my poem of horrors if you simply read the words. But if you dig deeper, it’s not about the blood bath. It’s about showing the real face, which we tend to hide to give the fake appearance of looking happy & great. To me, it’s not a scary poem, it’s a sacred one – a different art form.
The desire to rip off the devilish face
Pump the blood out of the bloody arteries & veins
Need to burn the body in intense fire & flames
Slice the remains in sharp pieces & small scales
Cut the bones with saw, the sharp rotating chain
Everything collapses, no screams & there’s no pain
Cook the flesh in thick blood till it’s tender & changes its shade
Finding the demons that reside in haunted & crumbled shed
Hiding behind the intense & provocative lens
Made of complex geometries with that improperly proper base
This scene looks so scary from your narrow & twisted lane
There’s a fine line between your sane & my insane
Feel the heat, I’m not here to dig your grave
The gory imagination is an art of this devil, the creative brain
Just show the true you, that’s living behind your face
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It’s Gory poem. Spread love, let devil’s vanish from you.
But this poem is another Shade of poetry.
Brilliant gory and devilish… <3 <3
Thanks for your lovely words to my gory lines ❤️