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Rather gruesome. POV of both victim and murderer. |
As you slice into me Through the red shows white You cut so deep and quickly My bone shines in the light I slice into your flesh Till I can see your bone Oh! Look at those colors mesh You’d scream if your lips weren’t sewn To avoid watching what you do I attempt to turn my head But when the hooks threaten to tear me through I shut my eyes instead Your attempt to pretend I didn’t rend Your flesh is making me smile When I’m done with you, I think I’ll send This limb home to cause a rile I can’t scream, or curse, or bite my lip I resolve to bite my tongue I stay still, don’t want you to slip You’ve now exposed my lungs With your organs now visible, I gaze down And giggle in pure delight I notice your eyes are shut, and frown I decide to take your sight You pry my eye open and hold it there Then pull out a tool with a hook My other eye widens, my nostrils flare You give me one last loving look I push in the hook, catch it under your eye Wonder briefly why you can scream I pull out your eye, and realize with a sigh That you have ripped your seams I can tell that you’re mad at me For tearing the string from my lips I realize that the last thing I’ll see Is your tool with the hook ended tip I have no time to re-sew your mouth You’re running quickly out of breath Things for you are heading South You’re bleeding out from the hole in your chest I can no longer see what you do I rely on hearing instead I feel something sharp run me through And discover you’ve chopped off my head I look upon your mangled corpse A beautiful work of art I hear a knock come from the door I smile, it’s time again to start |