Thick hands released his victim's hair as she slumped over

I saw her slender fingers numbered one to ten.
He sliced each from their knuckles.
Is taking a life as glamorous as your records make it seem?

What happened a living woman wouldn't cut it for you?
Or they wouldn't pay you enough attention
So you decided to $#&@ the girls that couldn't possibly say no?

He leaped from my new companion's side

Clutching his ten dripping prizes

And slapped me across the face screaming...
"(*##$ shut your mouth! I won't hear another word!
You think you're any different from them?

Just pray that heart is more gorgeous than the rest or else your death
Will be a waste of time... just like your life."
Damn it's true.

Why are the ones who actually want the heart
The last ones we'd ever $#&@ing give it to?




Flies scattered and swam around my bloodstreaked face

As he resumed his desperate work. The last finger sewn in place...
Unlikely for a man so drawn to novelty--
And so devoid of originality--to create

From the blank canvas of his mind such masterpiece.
Even fanatics occasionally exceed
Their idols' genius. Maybe insanity

Is just truly seeing beauty.
Still somehow it may have all been for nothing.


She is beautiful I'll give you that.
But she'll never be perfect. "She'll never talk back."
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She'll never laugh she'll never be warm.
"I'm used to them cold. I like it like that."
He scooped the insects from her sockets

And positioned her new eyes.
They'll never see you. She's soulless.
She's empty. "So am I.

She's ready for you. Are you ready to die?"

Jaded mother$#&@er! How many times have I heard that line?

You think I'm the same as the pawns in your game?
You're just a tired clich
A character spawned from a teenage brain...

Are you ready to die? Well this is the end.
What inspired you to Slay and Slaughter?
Now you're just selling a $#&@ing trend.