Red Viscous On Black Fur

A bit of background on this one: A certain magazine said they wanted "Visual Visceral VOICE" style poems, but didn't want "Inspirational or philisophical musings". Since I tend to skew inspirational at times, it seemed like they didn't want me. So, this poem was me thumbing my nose at them a little bit. And all I did was give them literally everything they asked for. Lol, someone should tell them to be careful what you wish for. ;) Cause jerks like me are libel to give it to you.


Red viscous on black fur
Life giving liquid released with a squirt
Ugly scarred hole, burnt into flesh
Last gasps left wanting breath
Claws grasp at empty skies
Sights, sounds fade with one last sigh
Fangs in muzzle gnash with one last breath
A violent end for a worshiper of serial death.