Crush
My fortieth dark poem in the series inspired by Dharrsheena
This is my fortieth dark poem in the series inspired by Dharrsheena.
The music I have chosen is "The Witch" by The Rattles.
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Black Ink On Blackened Human Skin Paper
The Witch's Curse Determined By Demons
In This Dungeon, Your Sentence Is Fatal
On This Cold Stone Slab, You Are The Victim
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The Knives Will Cut You, They Will Flay Your Skin
The Stones Will Crush You, The Pain Will Begin
The Witches Say That Your Flesh Will Be Burnt
Then You Cannot Breathe As The Pain Gets Worse
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Your Ribs Give Way And Then Your Lungs Are Crushed
Your Skin, Blood And Flesh, Now A Putrid Mush
Your Corpse On That Slab, Now Food For Vermin
You're Just A Toy To Relieve Their Boredom
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The Curse Has Been Satisfied Just For Now
There's A Next Victim In This Charnel House
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Suitably horrifying! ๐ฎ I would be scared to be in your brain!
The dark slam poem was fabulously written!!! Bravo!!!
Gorily wonderful. Well done.
Putrid mush and food for vermins! Loved that! Only 10 more to be able to publish the book!