I'm full of death
in my mind
and my heart.

Sometimes, people ask
what my fascination
with death is about.
Well, its about decay.
If you've ever smelled
the rot in your soul
then, you would understand.

In many ways
pain is my parent.
It taught me my values,
it built up my strength,
it tucked me into bed at night,
it is the reason for everything
I am,
and everything I am not.

~~~~~~~

stomping his feet on a now matted earth
the beast stampedes and increases in girth
pulling up trees from the base, root and all
then picking his teeth with them, before letting them fall
animals run from the footsteps they hear
from miles away, his stench fills them with fear
for he wreaks of a death ancient with decay
that couldn't stop the body so well trained in it's way
it opens it's mouth a black chaos comes forth
like a cancer it eats all things living with worth
then the beast cracks a smile showing all it's great teeth
as it looks at a world it considers fresh meat

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