Masochistic Rampage

No recollection of any events from the night

Fake, numb reality

I sense evil, inhuman psychotic treachery

What did I do to thee?

Then I can see your body next to me

Face sewn to the carpet and hooks through your hands and knees

Art done so masterfully

I want to kill, masochistic rampage...slay.

I attempt to contain myself, but drive a wedge through your head

Splattering brains and blood on every inch of your dominion...kill.

Suddenly, all I see, your corpse laying beautifully

Artwork not complete, need a file to grind down your teeth

I slit groin to sternum, intestines call to me

I string your insides about the floor, excitement consumes me

Every single day I felt you suffocating me

You should've known I'd have my revenge

I unleash sheer ferocity, torturing your soul for all eternity

Although you're dead, ready for your grave

I'm not ready to bury you yet, I have needs that I must release

Your cadaver begs from between your thighs

Laying on your exposed chest cavity, crossing the lines of obscenity

I proceed yet

I inject pure wretchedness into your fast decaying bloody womb

Observing you, I now see the sutures ripped from your rotted flesh

Ruined art, simply trash thrown down the stairs like all the rest

Unavailing mass

I've slit your groin to sternum, intestines called to me

I've strung your insides about the floor, excitement consumed me

I envision perfection, my canvas disappoints

I've strung your insides about the floor, it shall not end until it's done