Mesoria A Larkara

Through bursts of harsh violence and hatred extreme,
The rupture of of frail skin as down the blood streams,
Past pupil dialated and mouth drawn agape,
A scream from the dying, the murdered and raped.
The post-mortem rites performed with intent,
No pause for concern, no guilt or repent.
Dismembered and torn to the sadist's demand,
He molds her like clay with hacksaw in hand.
The limbs exit now from the slash of the blade,
Bisecting through wrists and ankles with haste.
The fingers hors d'oeuvres, exquisite to peel,
The torso his canvas, his brush stainless steel.
On mantles displayed endless horrific art,
Delicately rendered, conjoined or apart.
With infinite subjects and moribund dreams,
The sadist continues his hatred extreme.