Six Feet Under

The Edge of the Hatchet

Six Feet Under


The Edge of the Hatchet

the edge of the hatchet comes down on your neck 
cutting through bone slicing through flesh 
my weapon of choice to kill and dismember 
chopping away with my sharpened meat cleaver 
the edge of the hatchet chopping away 
the rot and the gore as arteries spray 
the blood on your body now drain and puddles 
urine soaked skin mix with feces and bile 
the edge of the hatchet now bloody and wet 
smashing through skill cutting through neck 
open wounds pulsate as glands are dissected 
eyeballs implode as genitals spew infection 
the edge of the hatchet butchers and hacks 
a missing arm is cut off in half 
one leg removed as your body's attacked 
this murder was caused by the swing of the axe 

the edge of the hatchet 

the edge of the hatchet now comes down on you 
a broken stiff body severed in two 
I cut off your finger and chop through your ribs 
stalking more victims to murder again 
the edge of the hatchet 
the swing of the axe 
spinal chord split and a freshly broken back 
your leg cut off at the knee and the hip 
severed arms now gushing with pus 
the edge of the hatchet the slice of the blade 
another bleed another to screams 
body parts stacked like wood by the cord 
torsos are leaking veins slowly seeping 
the edge of the hatchet your time to die 
a severed head is missing an eye 
gasping in pain as you choke your blood 
I open your chest I smash in your skull 

the edge of the hatchet 

I rise up this weapon I begin my attack 
the battered body broken 
your stump is torn in half 
a rotten pile of steach 
a cold and bloody death 
chopping your broken soul 
hacking all your flesh from bone 
the end of pain not certain 
you suffer now forever 

the edge of the hatchet comes down on your neck 
driving through bone slicing through flesh 
my weapon of choice to kill and dismember 
chopping away with my sharpened meat cleaver 
the edge of the hatchet chopping away 
the rot and the gore as arteries spray 
the blood on your body now drain and puddles 
urine soaked skin mix with feces and bile 
the edge of the hatchet now bloody and wet 
smashing through skill cutting through neck 
open wounds pulsate as glands are dissected 
eyeballs implode as genitals spew infection 
the edge of the hatchet butchers and hacks 
a missing arm is cut off in half 
one leg removed as your body's attacked 
this murder was caused by the swing of the axe