Thread: "The Packages" A Poem for Halloween

Be warned, it's a story poem, and it's gross. I wrote it for a contest a long time ago. It sort of fit a halloween picture i drew ^^

You lie there
Almost dead
So I grab a knife
And rip off your head.

Then gently
I put it into place
And then stare quietly
At your lifeless face

The smell of fresh blood
Runs through the air
But I won't stop
Nor will I dare

I start with the skin
Skinning you from head to toe
It seems it would hurt
But you will never know

It makes a ripping sound
Each time till I'm done
Oh the beautiful sound
This is what I call fun

I galg out your eyes
And place them in a jar
I plan to send them off
But not to far

Next is the limbs
Just one all alone
I cut each off
Deep through the bone

The sound of the crackling bone
Echoes loudly off the walls
Along with the dripping sound of blood
As it slowly and gently falls

I clip off you fingers
With a loud crack
It's not like you need them
Or even want them back

I pull out your teeth
All perfectly white
It's sad though really
Your not putting up a fight

Slowly I cut of your ears
Flesh to stainless steal
I can only imagine
The pain you would feel

I cut out your organs
Every single one
This isn't really fair
I'm almost done

I clean up the mess
Not much to clean
But I have to make sure
No blood can be seen

Slow and gentle into the boxes
I place things down
Now your broken little body
Can never be found

Even though the things in this sound horrific... The person slowly and gently does everything, and is nice enough to completly kill the person before they do so.