When the Devil Took My Hand

Soft across this cheek of mine
glides my rope of cotton twine
Braided now it is quite strong
to bind your hands that have done wrong

To you the rope is not so kind
as it slides upon itself to find
a tightening grip upon your mind
it sinks deep in your flesh to bind

A shriek of horror, a squeal of pain
causes me to smile, a smile so vain
with a deep relief I start to gain
the revenge I yearn does start to drain

My heavy heart does start to race
each scream you give does quicken the pace
I can not help but stare at your face
the fear in your gaze is now locked into place

I can not help but to laugh this way
as my evil inside now comes out to play
and your frightened look doesn't change as I say
you once had your way, now it's my turn today

Bound and gaged so pathetic to see
your now the one that is helpless to me
you look in my eyes and you know it will be
a slow death I choose but gruesome to see

I just slowly circle barely keeping a pace
to survey your tomb where you will lay in waste
but that will be later there is no need for haste
soon enough I will hear your screams fill this place

I come to a stop now in front I just stand
and feed off the fear in your eyes looking grand
slowly but surly with a slide of my hand
I unsheathe my Ka-Bar to start with my plan

The leather rings wrap the handle I hold
sliding it down your cheek as your feelings unfold
and yearning to hear your fear to be told
I cut off the gag and your screams bellow bold

Again I must laugh as you cower in tear
and think back to when it was me with the fear
but that only triggers something I have held dear
the wraith of my anger hidden silent but clear

The dull black blade holds an edge with a gleam
my Ka-Bar and I shall butcher you as a team
as I hack off your clothes you continue to scream
then I leave you to ponder and I hope that you dream

DAY TWO

The first light of dawn slowly creeps on my face
to startle my peace with it's tender embrace
I think about you in your cold darkened place
and my mouth forms a smile I have no time to waste

I walk into your tomb to a startling site
hypothermia set in such a wonderful delight
your body just shivers with uncontrollable might
and a kick to the face shows you have little fight

Today you are lucky I have come here to share
how to clean your body of the rot that is there
the wire brush in my hand where you stare
can scrub and can scrub and never show wear

yes my wire brush can scrub you all day
it's blood stained bristles on your body shall stay
digging and clawing at your skin for my way
to rid your body of its rot and decay

You squirm and you wiggle as I walk near
but with no where to go as your eyes show your fear
the screaming erupts like a music to the ear
as the brush draws first blood my attentions now clear

The slender wires such a beautiful site
simply dig with each move to tear out a bite
back and fourth they glide with no fight
to a blood speckle body that this morning was white

and after a while you are cleansed deep with in
the decay deep inside comes as vomit again
the pain takes control and soon it does win
and each time you faint I must kick you again

I do not like to kick you it makes me feel sad
the bruises you get hide the marks that I had
but I am the smart one I know not to get mad
so I rub turpentine and the pain burns so bad

Convulsions from your body
surly prove an unknown pain
As your body sets to motion
from the shock that rocks your brain
your lucky the pain puts on quite a show
one I don't find to lame
For then I might have to reconsider
and set the turpentine to flame

Now dream a dream if your brain let's you so
find a place to store the horror you know
tomorrow I'll return to continue the show
and though I hate to leave I really must go

DAY THREE

I enter your tomb and find such a relief
that your hanging in through the pain and the grief
if you would have died then you would be the thief
I am playing by your rules and that's my belief

your looking quite charming with your body a new
the worlds biggest scab now does cover you
except for the places that your vomit did spew
which kept it to moist an the pus seeps on through

I know you are evil as my friends swarm to you
only flies seek decay for their offspring to chew
but now with your scab they cannot get through
but K-Bar saves the day pealing spots back on you

The flies give me thanks in their own special way
for inside your scabs will be eggs that they lay
I had 20 years but I give you three day
for the maggots to fester and eat your decay

I shall be back on the day that is three
I want to witness the maggots on thee
dream if you can of the horror to be
maggots crawling inside your scab running free

DAY SIX

I open the door to a stench of dismay
the smell knocks me back from the utter decay
the torment of someone to live in this way
puts a smile on my face and my laughter does play

slumped and weary and looking so week
I slowly get closer to take me a peak
still I can see that your scab seems to leak
and that's when I notice that your maggots still creep

inside your skin through the scab that they find
they trudge through the seepage so thick they intertwine
the size they have gotten on your rot that they dine
you must feel them moving playing hell on your mind

Your eyes look so darkened and your keeping so still
Your mind all but gone and you have no more will
and I offer you something to feed my own thrill
if you want me to now all the maggots I'll kill

I notice a twitch from your tethered hand
I'll take that as your yes a voluntary command
but I will not kill them as you might have planned
instead K-Bar scrapes them into an old empty can

I have me a can full that have lived off your taste
and now I shall show you the lowest disgrace
what once lived outside you will find it's new place
as I force you to eat them and not one you will waste

after six days without any food
you feast on the living no matter how crude
and when we are finished you're still being rude
you do not even thank me you scum sucking prude

I ask if you would like to finish this now
to end all the pain and suffering somehow
then before me I will allow you to bow
and cut you loose from this pain I vow

but once again I do not hear you speak
your mouth is speechless from you body so weak
your all time low is now at it's peak
and you are so pathetic you horrid looking freak

Your trying my patients have I not done my best
to share with you all of my built up unrest
I am surly not playing this is not a test
now you have pissed me off and my anger shall crest

I rip out my Ka-Bar and grab you by the hair
then ask if you want to give your final prayer
again you don't answer but you have a tongue there
but I will fix that your mouth soon will be bare

you do not wish to answer then there is no need
as it rips through your cheek the Ka-Bar makes you bleed
it slides past you teeth to continue it's deed
now through both cheeks it's long blade does feed

a mighty yank splits your cheeks to your lips
to give me an opening for a much better grip
then to your tongue my Ka-Bar does slip
one more gentle yank and through your tongue it rips

you do not seem to struggle do you have no more fight
but your mouth four times bigger has one hell of a bite
and as I start to laugh then comes real delight
as you choke and you gag on your blood what a sight

finally reaction you were boring me so
but this is your last fight and that I do know
I cut off your ropes yes I feel they must go
and now I have only one more thing to show

back out the door to get something I need
as I enter again I can see your eyes plead
you open your mouth but it does only bleed
for I cut out your tongue like an unwanted weed

I hold up my friend so I know that you see
the torment of hell upon you to be
and even cut loose your too weak to flee
and only by motions do I now hear you plea

I grip tight on the handle and I yank out a pull
the oil is topped off and the gas tank is full
I will send you to hell but you must pay your toll
and the chain saw will help me strip you of your soul

Running and warm upon you it shall feed
it revs with a hunger to watch your carcass bleed
and I myself have a feeling of need
I laugh as you struggle caring not as you plead

I walk to you now with your hands in the air
I think I'll be gentle and maybe even play fair
but your hand is to giving as the saw chews it's wear
and your fingers remain as just bloody bones there

I pull back my saw that was only a taste
and soak up your fear there is none to be waste
your bloody meat the saw chewed to a paste
now paints my face as if it had been maced

Seeing your blood puts my thoughts in a craze
My senses of playing just cloud in a haze
my laughter does bubble almost like a praise
and you just remain silent as if in a daze

Now with nowhere to give and no where to go
the chain chatters away and seems kinda slow
then it finally did it the chain it did mow
and away comes your arm like a trophy to show

I could not help it as I danced in delight
your heart was still pumping and your blood took to flight
it was something to cherish what a quaint looking sight
me and my saw had hacked straight through your might

Small chips of bone and blood painted my shirt
and your arm is still twitching laying there in the dirt
and jabbing at you with my saw I do flirt
for the taste of your blood has me yearning desert

I see me an opening and the saw takes a swing
and then from your gut your flesh starts to fling
from rib to rib as the chain and bone sing
where deep from inside your intestines I bring

I can't help but laugh as I see in your eyes
your fear turns to pity like it was in disguise
your bloody stubbed hands that fail at their tries
cannot scoop your guts that hang to your thighs

then comes a sound that drowns out the saw
like a hideous demon from within you did crawl
the devil himself must have made such a call
as I watch your body slump over and fall

where are you going did I say I was through
I have not finished with what I have to do
it was not that easy for me to escape you
deep in my mind where you festered and grew

Author: Douglas Q. Plew