| I wish I can have you here alone in my clutches
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| To remove the excuses from your mind
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| To part that haze and slice your soul in pieces
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| To sing you a lullaby as I tie you to the slab
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| To shave your head with a dulling razor
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| As you watch the splattered mirror above you
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| To break your ribs individually with a rock hammer
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| To shatter your shin bones with a shovel
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| To burn your fingers and toes
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| To a necrotic black flickering nitrogen
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| To crack your teeth with a splintered club
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| To pierce with your limbs with a nail gun
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| To silence your cry, to let them in your eyes
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| To sharpen my favorite slicing device
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| And take your arms at the elbow
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| To keep you alive for a few moments longer
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| To smell your fear
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| To cover your body with kisses and kerosene
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| To watch you burn as my human sacrifice
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| To hear you scream in agony
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| The popping of your flesh cracking as it cooks
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| To feel your child smile, the one you betrayed
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| The one you took for nothing, for selfishness
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| In a perfect world I would get my wish |