A Happy Poem, Because You're All Fascist Pigs

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Due to popular demand, here's finally a happy poem. How do you know it's happy? The protagonist smiles at the end. That's all the happy you're gonna get from me.

Haven

A collage of bloody remains adorn my walls,
with bones and tendons scattered across the floor.
The fresh scent of fear fuels my savage hunger,
but it's never enough, I always want more.

My cravings unleash my darker side, a facet
of my psyche over which I have no control.
Led by an insatiable bloodlust I leave my abode to hunt,
When I return with my prey, I indulge in a gift to my soul.

I reduce the writhing mass to disfigured pieces
as I silence the torturous cries of undiluted torment.
Then I satisfy my thirst, pouring the fresh flowing
blood from the decapitated skull with great content.

I crush the bloodstained bones beneath my iron fist,
relishing in the resounding cracks of fracturing osseous tissue.
Then I clean up this mess, this field of splinters strewn
and marrow stains. This ritual cleansing my essence renews.

Finally I uphold my moral stance that nothing should be wasted,
even the remains of a pathetic creature which I forced to die.
I smile at the grotesque aftermath of my vicious onslaught, then
I get to work on my decoupage, a mephistophelian glint in my eye.

Till next time, may you agglomerate all your unpremeditated contemplations