at first things seem normal
then you enter the macabre
torsos limbs and ligaments
you've found a horror shop
a scene of systematic killings
with no signs of torture
an abbatoir a slaughterhouse
a collage of corpses
a slaughter pen it was
normality it was not
bloody fluid cakes the ground
open entrails rot
a salty taste in the air
dried bile everywhere
ossein on the floor
a picture painted gore
an intelligent mind who thrives upon death
its his job it's his skilled craft
it's tools of the trade he uses so well
carving up trophies his needs are fulfilled
the remains of a youth swinging upside down
hands manacled by rope his feet bound
his open jugular still pulsed blood in the bucket placed below
a rising in the black container from the steady flow
off in the corner yet another appalling scene
the carcass of a teenage girl a subject of brutality
hanging from a meat hook arms dangled at her sides
head lolling on slit neck from gashes two inches wide
the stripping of the skin
exposed the bony spine
the dangling layer of flesh
lie against the thigh
as you examine in sheer fright
a spectacle doused in terror
you've discovered suddenly
overlooking a crucial error
all this time that you've been here someone's been watching you
the blunt object that cracks your back
it's your first clue
when you awake your suspended in air
it's then you realize
that your next to be gutted
close your eyes
and prepare to die !!!!