Do you know what your entrails look like
Well you will soon find out
I already know, I'm going to cut you open
With a rusty spoon
Blood dripping from my now filthy hands
Pulling the never ending rope of life
Right our of your trunk
Until the light leaves your eyes
Very gorey images came up when I read this... Very dark. Well it is very unique, I gotta give you that. I'm positive you could write some very scary horror stories. Good job! *~Layla Stone~*
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Geez! And I thought my stuff was graphic. Very interesting.