Marital Decimation

I sit as tomorrow I die and today I will unburden my soul. These

events have tortured me, and destroyed me. I can still hear her

faint screams engulfed in the atmosphere around me. The stench of

ammonia still encircles the room where her disemboweled corpse lies.

One night returning home, much intoxicated, I fancied my wife to

avoid me.

I seized her with the fury of a demon instantaneously possessed. I

knew myself no longer. My original soul, at once to leave my body

and a more fiendish malevolence, gin - nurtured, thrilled every

fibre of my frame.

At an instant, I grabbed the knife from the kitchen and left an

incision from ear to ear. In turn, her limp weak corpse fell

instantaneously. I, in return having received much pleasure from the

initial blow, had begun to cut into her abdomen. Once inside, I

began exploring the regions of her innards. The warm blood still

running, the warm blood still running down my hands is cold and

damp.

I began to remove her intestines, stopping to take a little nibble

or tow. Her uterus seems to mesmerize me as I bury my head into it

and lose myself into a world of the subconscious. For now I know the

many pleasures of my wife, and I will soon be joining her. (Solo:

Hobbs)