Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Melody (08/24/06)
TITLE: Killing You Softly
By Julie Michaelson
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ADD TO MY FAVORITES
My delicate fingers of horror,
gently stroke your responsive strings.
And, instantly, your darkness awakes!
Oh, how very talented am I!
It has been this way since.....
Since that day!
The morning in that nauseating,
fetid, and putrid Garden.
When, by chance I arrived in the nick of time,
Seducing you so fiendishly and cleverly!
Oh, how deliciously sweet is the smell,
of your delectable demise!
I can just taste all of its savory spices.
And, sniff its mouth-watering bouquet!
Oh, how luscious is the savor of
your dark thoughts!
I live for the succulence and slippery feel
of your silly woes on my tongue!
The taste of them is so addictive;
I am in awe of their strength!
Oh, you weak and winsomely naive creature!
It is your Achilles' heel which I find so alluring.
I cannot bear it sometimes.
I am so undone by your weakness!
With each mouthful, I desire more and more.
Oh, please don't stop.
I yearn to breathe my stink on you.
And, jab my sharpened claws in you!
Your tender bruises are a constant joy to me.
Your sickly sadness and mournful cries
a blissful melody to my ears!
Cry! Cry once more,
Oh, you insipid, pitiful little creature!
You are so weak, and I am so manly strong.
My muscles are taut and powerful.
You are no match for me, tiny mortal!
Oh, how softly I stroke your fear.
And, caress the skin of your anxiety.
The tingling sensation down my back
is reward enough!
How I am filled with your emptiness!
How I am satiated by your despair!
I cannot wait for my next attack;
I am so enamored with you,
my scrumptious, infinitely succulent
Oh, my lip smacking, tasty crumb!
Your misery is my appetizer.
My stomach growls for another
bite of you!
I am famished for your agony!
I am faint for your suffering!
Give me all of yourself!
I cannot bear it any longer!
You are such ripe fruit!
And, I am here
for the picking.
There is so much to eat;
I am often sick from my own juices.
But, I cannot help myself!
You are there,
And, I simply crave you more
What can I do?
Tell me, little creature
How can I stay away?
You are just so precious,
And, I so long to hurt you!
You are my obsession,
the thing which gives me life!
I only wish that I had more time,
With which to eat away your flesh.
Ah, but my time is drawing near.
And, the closer it gets,
the more frantic I become.
To savor just one more nibble
of your soul.
I beg of you!
Stay the way you are,
My tender melody!
My ear tickling lyric of prey!
Stay the precious wonder of you.
Because nothing pleases me more
than to see you die,
over and over.
Killing you softly,
with your own song,
of traitorous iniquity!
For, who knows how much longer
we have together, my sweet
Before I am torn away from you,
limb by limb?
I must play your melody,
while I may.
And, hope for just one more moment
of the sweet rapture,
of your soul.
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