by Nick Gisburne
Beware the scarlet book of living skin
A catalogue of evil, choked and chained
The murderous obscenities within
Are crippled and corrupted, sickly, stained
A pulsing swarm of arteries and veins
Connects the bones and sinews of the spine
They feed the hungry hearts of what remains
A volume of despicable design
The souls of screaming innocents, insane
Are captured in the core of every page
A merciless eternity of pain
A spiteful curse of cold, remorseless rage
Beware its primal powers; those who look
Become the scarlet secrets of the book
