Published June 14, 2008
"Death is my main meal, but your juicy blood is my great dessert.
Your lifeless liver lays solemnly in a bowl, waiting to be topped by your cold blood and plump heart.
But I can't forget the description of your enchanting brain, still fresh and always appealing...
Your screams still echo in my ears, but who cares? Not me.
What's the point of this? I don't know and I don't care!
But never my love, will I forget you...
Never..."
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Thanks people!
So, do you really like it? Is it too grotesque?
Deliciously funny. Although your use of the word "morbid" was a little off. A brain can't be morbid. Eating it can be morbid, though. Try grotesque, or squishy, or Jello-esque. . .tee hee, Jello. Anyway, that was really good. Kudos
Ew. Haha
Hello, shanan-cat!
I think you meant "dessert" with two s's in the first line. Desert is the thing where are lots of sand. Like Sahara. Also, you use the word "blood" both in the first and the second line, so that makes it sound repetitive. "Description" sounds odd here, somehow.
Point, maybe? Not pint. That wouldn't make sense.
This is the most cannibalistic poem I've ever read. Scary.
Demeter xx