Today has an amusing aura for my performance to be grand.
But the casts for my play are not yet found.
Time to move; quick and hunt.
Bring me my instruments: the cleaver and shotgun.
See that lady, the modest and most curvaceous?
Entice her to be my lead, an actress with face so gorgeous.
If she refuses, please let me know.
For I must pursue my dream even through my sharpest claw.
Turn the lights on and set the stage right!
Prepare all the props and costumes tonight.
They will now witness the horror, my passion for killing.
Without further ado, let the story begin.
Come here, my darling. Let me feast on you!
O thy body so hard to hew, my cleaver will do.
Scream aloud, what a resounding hum to hear,
I like it better if you resist more in fear.
Big shot for an eyeball; pure satisfaction.
Don’t cry my dear girl, let me pour that with alcohol.
Don’t know if thy skin shall be peeled off or grated.
Or roast it up; tender juicy, meat heated.
The evening is young so as the play.
We are not yet done, and the moon glows gray.
Let thy blood spurt and spill. Squirt it all like wine and fill
The endless desire for me to kill. Raise that knee I’m about to drill.
Look at my masterpiece, not dead-alive!
Astounding disease, only beauty survived.
This is the last act before the curtain call;
Brain matters turned to confetti, rained magically as they fall.
The elegance in destruction is seen through my mind.
Its glory and glamour will never fade nor hide.
In every death shall create an enthralling art,
Where their spirits shall be freed, that were caged from their heart.