"I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy. I feel as if my mask is about to slip."
Two slits
Of red
Where your throat was slashed
Slashing hands
With my blade
No protection from my hate
Eyes cut
Leaving void
Dangling by your mouth
Come to me Willing no fear or precaution
Victims hung on display
For my later reference
Devouring intestinal macabre
Choking on the stench
Starvation of vermin
Soon it will feast
Limbs torn from sockets
Faces ripped away
Rotted flesh my ambrosia
Tokens saved for lack of discrimination
Toys in my hand items of pride
Carcass stored for wretched flesh consumption
Flayed systematically by my saw
Shattered chest cavity
Intestinal coelom empties
At my feet your life lies
Preying on the helpless
Lethal verge of frenzy
Hands soaked with blood
Uncaught
Uncaught
