The Feast Upon Violence

The bloodstains

On the bed

Shows how one drains

An arm covered in red.

An arm lies twitching,

The nerves alive.

The man is stitching

His brow in order to survive.

The killer does anything she can

To win,

To complete the plan.

She'll commit any sin.

The survivor knows her

But she also knows him.

The man comes to his closure,

His vision becomes dim.

The woman then enters

The secret chamber.

She sees his ventures

To try to evade her.

The stitches on his brow

Show his will to go on.

Only now,

He'll be feasted upon.

Eaten alive

Will be his fate,

Though he did strive

To live through this date.

Author's Note

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