George Poem by Yande Phiri

frustration, anger; hate yet impassioned murder
filled with love, yet unbearable pleasure
at the sight of his naked scarred boddy drenched in red
disfigured, cut and entrailed,
loose skin appealing to my eye,
not a single tear or regret from I
my hair and face caked with blood i so adored
now my own forever to keep safely away stored
he's mine to do with what i please
to disembody, to kiss his lips with ease
to claw his skin, to hold him
to grate his face to love him
to brake him limb by limb
to make my day a sight so beautifully grim
a beast from hell's darkest pits
his yearning screeming soul
my George my dear George i loved you so
you drove me far, insane to a point of sin
in death my senses aroused playful and whole
your heart was beating in my hand my face a grin
oh George my darling George you hurt me
your life in my hands i felt free so i took
your eyes now closed my love you'll never see
my sick fantasy now an even better reality
George my sweet dead george
it's over it's done your heart is mine.