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Morbid poetry part 3: Feeding the beast by mariah pompa


 Feeding the beast

Its there,

The blood dribbles down my chin,



Sweet, sweet it is,

Not the copper tang,



The tearing of flesh

Strain of the jaw,



Nostrils flaring,

Pain of my tongue pressed against my teeth,



The struggle ended,

Fast it was,



My eyes look nowhere,

Its dark,



A rumbling fills my chest,

Garbling out my throat,



It’s there,

Satisfaction so sweet,



Look at that,

 No heart left to beat.






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