For eleven months a year
he was a model citizen
he paid his taxes
and his bills
but on Christmas Eve
he did what he loved.
He put on his blood
red santa suit
teamed with a white fluffy beard
he moved about amongst the shoppers
with a Ho Ho Ho
and a Merry Christmas.
He gives out presents
with a glint in his eye
because tonight
he would play
the game he loved so much.
At this time of year
nobody noticed him
as he trudged through
the snow
with his big brown sack
searching for his victim
the one he would take home
and lovingly prepare
for Christmas day.
He spotted his victim
a handsome man
chiseled features
and tanned skin
he licked his lips
he was ready
his blood lust rising
making him weak
at the knees.
One blow to the head
the man crumpled in his arms
now the game can begin.
He took him home
laid him on the table
naked and quivering
just the way he liked it.
His victim was heaven sent
gorgeous with green eyes
maybe he should make him
his mate and play a different game
but his blood lust was too high
too late now to get another.
He drew his knife against
his broad chest
licking and biting
as he cut
the smell of blood
"ahh! the taste
made him feel dizzy.
The man's screams
urged him further on
he liked it when they scream
the noise was like sweet music
he loved it when they struggled
the look of pure horror
just turned him on.
Christmas morning
all is well
heavy snow falling
log fire burning
he sat down to a Christmas feast
juicy meat
better than any turkey
he cut himself a nice big piece
the taste of pure fear in his mouth.
Ho Ho Bloody Ho!
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Mish Mash of Poems
PoetryA collection of poetry with no set themes, all mish mashed together in one book.
