They Screech
Death and blood alll around you,
you scream
Is it reality or just a
bad dream?
Your legs are moving
you go nowhere.
Fanged vixens drag
your head by the hair.
They pull you across
a putrid corpse.
Trying to scream
vocal chords are hoarse.
Demoness eyes watch your
every move.
Can’t flee the feeling of
being their food.
Push you in a furnace.
You stumble.
“Leg on a spit’d be nice”
they mumble.
You watch a horned imp
gnawing your flesh.
Another with bulging eyes
opens your chest.
Watching your heart
beating and guts on the floor.
You try to stand.
Harpies screeching for more.
They prop you up,
feed you your own arm.
You start to chew
And then with alarm
you see your fingers
in state of decay.
They bring you your
balls upon a tray.
Blood soaked toes and
sizzlin’ fat rains.
A gun to your head
blows out your brains.
You remember the ache
at your neck when you fell.
Like your father always told you,
your eternity's in hell.
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