Distressed

I know every one of these serrated smiles all too well.
They scream bottom feeder, scum, you're a plague to us all.
I know every one these naysayers, and their hacksaw smiles all too well.
You speak with forked tongues and walk the way serpents crawl.
The stench of hunger is in the air.
A 1000 grinning blades grinding their teeth back and forth.
The taste of blood. accused,
My flesh burns away as the onslaught readies their fork.

(to be revised and reworked later)

Marian Dora's Cannibal

I watched Cannibal. I'll say right now that I did not like the film. This was being marketed as a horror and art film. The problem with it is that it is based on a true story. True stories, typically don't make the best story lines because they are what they are. As an art film, it succeeds, it is very well done and often makes you feel as if you're staring at a framed painting rather than watching a movie. The end of the film is essentially a half hour of pure gore. The problem with this, is there is no horror element to it. When your victim is willing, it kills the emotional connection.  The film is out of print and current prices are between 40-100$. I would highly suggest if you are going to see this, you find other means than buying the DVD.  

Bandage

You are the black hole that I've created
My beautiful, glitter eyed, sleepwalking, sedated
Bind my arms, my legs, my eyes, my restraint
Today all I taste is the the taste of soggy duct tape
You are my painted black, bringer of obsession
My antiseptic blade, my puss festering infection
Take away my air supply, black me into blue
Tell me you want me to live, for life to be born a new
You are the pieces I've cut away, the trash on the floor
The piss in the sink, the do-not-disturb sign on the door
You are my drug supply and I've yet to OD
The blood soiled bandage holding together what's left of me