My satisfaction – my darkest urge
All-consuming, a poisonous surge
Of passion and blood from sinful souls
Fear dripping down through flesh burning holes
I grin behind my surgical mask
Gloating to do my beloved task
I move slowly, eyeing my specimen
Picturing his abdomen slit open
My victim, he cowers under my stare
He trembles; seizures strike his body, bare
Step, step, step—at last, he breaks, thrashing
Screaming, wriggling like a madman he is, I laugh, how provoking!
Teasing, I circle him, grinding my knives
I say, "Perhaps a proper time to count your wives?"
A sweat trickles, he whimpers—a malicious chuckle escapes me
As I bask in the sounds of his agony
Tick-tock, time's running, I count backwards and begin
Starting from his chin, I run the blade's edge against his skin
Drip, drip, drip, goes his blood, staining the marbled floor
I hum in morbid madness, but wait! There's more...
Crack, crack, crack—the droning sound of his limbs; satisfyingly sweet
I wipe my brows, admiring the horrid heap at my feet
