Treasure Island

Little King of Sorrows


Nightmare To Remember


Rip my chest open. Pour bleach on the stain.
I'm begging for death. Release me this pain.
A choke and a gasp. A spit and a gag.
Stuff in my mouth that chloroform rag.
Melt my flesh puddle. Burn me away.
Ashes to ashes! Till I don't know the day.
Slash me up middle. So I never survive.
Use rusty dull razor and scalp me alive.
Drain me of fluid. Till its all out of sight.
Hurt me severe, till I walk towards the light.
Snap off my ribs. Stab in my back.
Feed on my liver. Not the healthiest snack.
Rip out my tongue. A gurgle and scream.
Nightmare to remember. So I forget how to dream.

Submitted: Monday, March 25, 2013
Edited: Monday, March 25, 2013
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