05-22-2010, 07:32 AM
Did you ever think it would
be glorious to fall into
an industrial size
vat, meat grinder?
The thought bubbled into
my mind the other day
while staring blankly
as I drove
glorious, glorious
yes indeed,
to fall into a meat grinder!
Stranger that I am to myself
these days, I didn’t even
flinch at the thought,
but welcomed it.
A meat grinder
hideous, but my last
hide-a-way.
Bloody crimson,
but my last comfort.
The excruciating pain
that would end
all other excruciating pain.
That few minutes
of screaming and agony
then death – that sweet sleep.
Yes, I’m sure I would
change my mind
once inside… when
my clothes caught
and it took hold of
my feet and flesh.
I’d probably try
to scramble out of the
slimy funnel and up
its’ wall, clawing with
my nails as I screamed for help.
But the machine wouldn’t stop
it has no ears to hear.
Just like the machine of time
and this life I lead
that goes on and on
when I’ve had enough.
The blades would chew up
my bones and move up
my legs, ripping my skin
and flesh from me
and by the time I’m
ground-up to my torso
I’m sure I’d be passed out.
Oh, but what my eyes would
see, that ghastly sight,
Horrible but glorious
it would be!
I’d finally have the last word
and be the most evil one
to do the most evil act to
myself and out-do what
the evil world has done to me.
© Bianca 5/17/2010
be glorious to fall into
an industrial size
vat, meat grinder?
The thought bubbled into
my mind the other day
while staring blankly
as I drove
glorious, glorious
yes indeed,
to fall into a meat grinder!
Stranger that I am to myself
these days, I didn’t even
flinch at the thought,
but welcomed it.
A meat grinder
hideous, but my last
hide-a-way.
Bloody crimson,
but my last comfort.
The excruciating pain
that would end
all other excruciating pain.
That few minutes
of screaming and agony
then death – that sweet sleep.
Yes, I’m sure I would
change my mind
once inside… when
my clothes caught
and it took hold of
my feet and flesh.
I’d probably try
to scramble out of the
slimy funnel and up
its’ wall, clawing with
my nails as I screamed for help.
But the machine wouldn’t stop
it has no ears to hear.
Just like the machine of time
and this life I lead
that goes on and on
when I’ve had enough.
The blades would chew up
my bones and move up
my legs, ripping my skin
and flesh from me
and by the time I’m
ground-up to my torso
I’m sure I’d be passed out.
Oh, but what my eyes would
see, that ghastly sight,
Horrible but glorious
it would be!
I’d finally have the last word
and be the most evil one
to do the most evil act to
myself and out-do what
the evil world has done to me.
© Bianca 5/17/2010


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