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Seven Days

Contributed by gimpie on Tuesday, 16th November 2004 @ 05:21:02 PM in AEST
Topic: psychoticpoems

fires burn the skin away
slowly over seven days
the process could be quicker, true
but I have so much planned for you.....

The first day sees you healthy, yes
though what I work you couldn't guess
we'll hang around and speak of past
happy days....this will be your last,
Day two will see you bound at wrist
the rope itself will twist and twist
uncomfortable a bit.....I know
but soon enough the marks won't show,
Day three is good cause you still eat
and little by little I eventually beat
cut you and slice you slowly through
this is the gift I give to you,
Day four, you've lost alot of blood
and tears of such will quickly flood
the fire underneath your feet
watch the flames....so pretty and neat,
Day five your skin is burning still
dripping flesh a bucket fills
feet, ankles, calves, knees
shock has quieted screams of please,
Day six, now over half is gone
you died last night as I whistled a song
I helped the fire work its way
by cutting off your arms today,
Day seven every bit is dead
nothing left save for your head
I set it high upon a pole
too bad I couldn't bottle your soul.

Copyright © gimpie ... [ 2004-11-16 17:21:02]
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