
A poem about God knows what, but it's some cool stuff kind of distrubing I believe you will enjoy, it starts in the land of the freaks.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Horror/Angst - Words: 370 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 01-01-05 - id: 1797306
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In the wasteland of freaks they live
With the monster clown that laughs from his belly
NO NO
No more they scream
And the clown laughs
And they want to be accepted
Fetid and rotting
Freaks and fiends crouching on the beach
On the hole of abyss
NO NO
No more they scream
And the clown laughs
And they want to be with real humans
Not the green slimy things
That are themselves
That are like humans turned inside out
They fall in each others arms and shriek
And rip at their hair
And tear their hair
And the clown laughs
And they rip their clothes
And the debate
And defecate
And scream
But they know that they are freaks
Not like people
They incite fear
And they are hated
And the clown laughs at them
And he laughs at their plight
And they stomp their claws
And they bite themselves
And scream and shriek
NO NO
No more please
I want to be beautiful
I want to be vain
And they ooze and slither
Among the icy fire
And the cruel strong knight
Pins them to the ground
And beats them to death with a baton
And they scream and shriek
NO NO
No more please
And the monster clown laughs
And the jolly meat butcher falls in the abyss
And the clown laughs
And they scream
And clutch for the butcher
And ask him to sell their meat
And the clown laughs
And the bluebird sings
And they try to listen
But they can't hear over the laughing
And they no longer just hate themselves
And they take the clown
And eat the guts right out his stomach
Chewing through skin
And a lot of laughs spill out
And they bathe in the laughs
Spitting on the clown
And the knight with the baton.
And they scream
MORE MORE
I want more
More flesh more death
More laughs spilling from carcasses bellies
And they laugh a
And they scream
And then they kill all the humans
With a giant straight razor
And they eat their meat
And display it at the local butcher shop
Then throw themselves in the abyss
Because there is nothing left to hate.
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