Summer approaches, clear blue skies
Camp filling up, as the silence dies
Young and innocent, here to have fun
Not even knowing their lives will be done
No way, no way to escape!!
No chance, no chance in hell!!
Waters are calm, don’t disturb the peace
Awaking evil that lurks and creeps
It lives in the woods, it hunts, it feeds
It’s not amused by young lovers deeds
One by one, they’ll meet their creator
Straight from the mind of the mutilator
Cat and mouse game in full progress
Death will be the only outcome
Human life in fucking regress
Running straight into the cattle press
Who would have thought the reaper
Would be such a fucking creeper
Awakened by lightning
Back from the dead
Ready to slaughter
Ready to kill
Hunts you down
Cuts you in half
Slashing with a machete
Rips you apart
Always stalking
Will never rest
Keeps on killing
Till all are dead
Stomping remains never gets dull
Splintered teeth, fractures skull
Backbone snapped like a fucking twig
Bare-hand butchery, unequaled savagery
Steel toe penetrates face
Disfigured chunks of human waste
Ruptured pile of flesh, screaming for help
Let them come, let them all come
Haunting the woods, stalking victims
Reign of terror, no end in sight
Silent type, tall as a tree
Bag covers up pretty face, peek hole to see
Grotesque excuse for human life
Choke on the machete knife
Slashing and stabbing,
Hacking and chopping,
Blunt objects collide with impact
Crushing skulls like fucking insects
Bludgeoned, beaten, stomped and bashed
Masked terror, blood-stained bait
Craftly clobbered, blood crazed vengeance
Unidentified corpses, shit stained pants
Unspeakable horror, choking on their own teeth
Camp side carnage, body count still increases
You’ve picked the worst fucking place
At the worst fucking time!
Rabid death rage, cross-eyed hate
Urge to obliterate, out to exterminate
No emotion, unseen terror
No remorse, human error
Lurking and hunting
Roaming the shadows
Armed with a chopping knife
Steel toe boots
Making sure
None will leave these woods
Too weak to run, too scared to fight
Deformed hunter, stalking through the night
Stabbing, slashing and mutilate
Machete knife seals your fate
Killing spree, no end in sight
Too weak to run, too scared to fight
Blows to the face, violent chops
Blood Rorschach left to dazzle cops
Leaking gashes drain all energy
Spilling blood with high velocity
Spray paint the trees and all that surrounds you
Crippled gimp starts bleeding through
Crawling away from your dark-red trail
Like some fucking boot stomped snail
Kneecapped first, then sliced and diced
Left bled dry and paralyzed
Eye sockets welcome blades without warning
Violent intrusion, rupturing eyeballs
Creative carnage, arty assassins
Bored with knife fights and strangle sessions
Trimmers or hedge shearers, all will do
Scissor face fucking welcomes you
Unsuspected facial stabbings
Wretched eyeballs, punctured blessings
Never runs, Never speaks
Hunts you down and makes you bleed
Hidden in the woods, surrounded by filthy stench
This woman is waiting for you, to have her revenge
This is amazing. I love how you guide us on this journey of horror. Well written. Also, the fact that you put both poem and story together is a good idea.
Thanks Fia. You’re a huge asset and I value your opinion & insight.
Okay, nightmare guaranteed. What did they say again about the power of the word? I remember something like … the word is mightier than the sword.
Powerful poem, K … albeit 🥶 (But I guess that was the point, right😉?)
Thanks Hana for the comments & read. I appreciate you.