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Visitor - Part Two

We sat, both infront of the fire,
just eating, talking and drinking,
soon the crackers were gone, as was the wine,
"would you like some more?" I said what I was thinking,
she replied "yes", so I walked to the kitchen,
looking down at the fire, shining on the wooden floor,
I got to the kitchen, and grabbed a bottle of wine,
then walked to the bench, and reached in the to draw.

I felt my hammer, knife, and nails,
and all of the rest, of my odd tools,
I reach for the corkscrew, but I'm coerced to grab my knife,
I try not to, knowing into hell, my soul, it will fall.

I walked back out, she was watching the flames,
when I got close, I jumped at her with all the forced I stored,
I pinned her face down, reaching into my pocket grabbing a nail,
placing it in the center of her hand, then hammering it to the floor,
She screamed in pain, and fought as hard as she could,
I shifted my weight, and grabbed out another nail,
as I hammered it down, I could hear her bones crack,
She was screaming still, she was in shock, her face was even more pale.

She kicked her legs up, intent on hitting me,
but I sat on the lower back, as I pulled out my knife,
Then I cut off her blouse, exposing her back,
I could see her tattoo, the true symbol of her life,
I rammed the blade into her shoulder, where the tattoo sat,
Then cut a round it, while she kicked and screamed,
cutting out muscle and flesh, her blood staining her cut blouse,
from her hands pooling on the floor, pleasure is what it seemed,
I cut the tattoo right out, and threw it on the fire,
within moments I could smell the putrid stench of burning flesh,
I left the room, but then quickly returned,
with a razor blade from the bath room, to help the life leave the flesh.

I took the razor, and started to cut slits on her arms,
along her back, her neck and face,
even the backs of her legs, I cut all the skin I could see,
I need to drain her blood, and leave in her not a trace,
she gave one last scream, then all was silent,
as the blood slowly leaked out of the deep razor wounds,
I left her to bleed as I walked out to the shed,
I returned to the lounge, whispering in her ear, "it will be over soon."

Rising my axe, I dismembered her, first her hands,
then her arms, legs, head, everything I could cut,
then I sat next to her decapitated head,
and picked it up by the mouth, seeing that the eyes were shut,
I grabbed my bloodied knife, once again,
and cut a small cross under her right eye,
then I placed the head, gently in a plastic bag,
I placed the rest of her in there as well, her hands from the floor, I had to pry.

I walked to the basement, with the bag in my hand,
I walked to the furnace, and then thew the bag in,
I watched it burn, why I stayed, I dont understand,
I stood at the basement door, looking at my house, seeing all the blood within.