Memories Of Blood

I awake remembering

Nothing the next day

My nostrils assailed

By the stench of decay

Dreams of dismemberment

Fantasies of torture

Mopping up affords me a

Reminiscense of death

Gooey bits and pieces

Are all that is left

Stench of rot: uplifting smell

Someone's dead or at least unwell

What little is left smells impure

Who did this? I'm not sure

No conscience interferes

With my memories of blood

PSI energy remains

Where a human once stood

I equate its suffering with

The longevity of a ghost

Who lasts the longest

Is who suffered the most