My kettle’s steaming, the plight of a Jekyll evening
Beware, because tonight, the Devils breathing
A gentle screening, but now and proud, the mask is released
For the sadistic hunt, as my victim runs, I attack for the feast
Stab at the meat, she runs trying to hide in the corner
She screams for her life in horror, I simply strive off the torture
I axed her leg, as my wrath is plagued
I make love to her, while she suffocates in a plastic bag
Her demise approaches, I look inside her organs
Now the water on her eyes - distorted, she realizes her fortune
I press against her chest, caress her breast, she’s the angel of death
Her fatal like breath erects when I start to strangle her neck
As I lift the blade, I see her drift away, but her pulse returned
Despite her body in disarray, ripped with stakes, she convulsed and squirmed
She re-grouped and pleaded, she prayed, and begged
So, I made her puke and eat it, then mutilated her head
Watched the blood splash to the floor, as my joy re-kindled
But, her heart pumps no more, and my void continues
My umbrage love is, left dust and bones, as they float to sea
I rush to home, as the family man, I’m suppose to be.......
good luck bro...