The horrid tearing of skin
letting me delve at the guts within
with an axe, with a shovel, with a mace
delve into your shattering skull; delve into your face
Maggots seep into the cracks of your skull
tearing at the matter that was your brain
tear at your temples in pure, joyous agony
as I roll on the ground, laughing
Can you feel the maggots? The leeches? My hand?
Shovel out your brain in thick glops of grey
no one should suffer this, but you
you've been selected as my meal
a cannabalistic nympho who just
wants to hear you squeel
Your hollow skull thuds on the floor
yellow fluids come out your eye sockets
even with them sewn shut, they still
reek and vommit matter, coppery smelling pus
I've ripped out your teeth so you can't
bite when I rape your mouth but it
really matter, 'cause you're dead
and I can do anything I want with your head
You are mine now, I own you
your brain, your thoughts, your body
Your body, it's so small
so pure. So innocent.
Shame I'm gonna "fuck" with it
I wonder if mommy and daddy
are looking for you
let them come, I think
then I'll rape your moomy too
is she pretty? Is she tight?
Or did you open her up on your way out?
Your so pretty
your skin is so soft
as I go lower....
and now I'm feeling inside you
your cold...odd, I didn't kill you that long ago
Oh well, I'm done the appetizer
time for the main course
as ram into the flame of pink tender flesh
mmmmm....innocence
The soft murmur of tearing skin
letting me inside all the way
you're bleeding, down there
but I really don't care
the joy outwieghs my morals
Morals? What morals?
I chuckle to myself
the fact he thinks I have morals is funny
I'm fucking a 3 year old
What morals?
I love you. You feel so good
you don't move, you don't scream
you jst sit; waiting for me to explode
I love you
I gasp as I fanally finish
my sound breaks the silence
and it's almost creepy; almost eerie
I pull myself out, put my pants back on
and think of how to discard you
We're through, you've served your purpose
I don;t love you anymore. Stupid bitch.
Look at you, you beuatiful, ugly thing
hollow, and torn, and bleeding
I toss you into a can
leave the alley and enter the street
cars whizing by, oblivious to the act
of pure, rank, utter defilement I
have just commited
Panic breaks out in the street
and I hear a young girl screaming
"my daughter! Has anyone seen my daughter?
Katie!! Oh god, where is she?"
I grin, that's my cue to exit
I wander, and the screaming fades to
a whisper. I chuckle.
If only that screaming cunt of a mother knew.
Her daughter brought me such joy...such happiness.
I wander deep in thought, through the streets
thinking of myself, my acts, and talkin got him
he's my friend, he fixes my hurts.
I look at my watch; I'm late for school.....
Shit.
A principle should never be late......