Compulsions - Expulsion

A simple mind confused

Trauma left its mark

An isolated farmhouse

Where they keep him in the dark

Unwary travelers passing through

They have to spend the night

His hunger now awakened

Lust at first sight

Compulsions he can’t understand

Awake with bloody knife in hand

Compulsions he cannot control

Another body stiff and cold

Rough hands do rougher deeds

Choke the bitch to death

The second takes a shovel

Upside her pretty head

The final victim ends her life

Screaming to the end

Dangled on a meat-hook

Between her bloody friends

Excited by nubile flesh

Frozen perfectly in death

He releases violently

They look on silently

Compulsions he can’t understand

Awake with bloody knife in hand

Compulsions he cannot control

Another body stiff and cold