your blood will splatter everywhere
rip off your head
shit down your neck
gouge out your eyes and skull-fuck
you!
your arrogance will be your downfall
we WERE friends, but now I'm just your stand-by
yes, well, I'll stand by your grave, laughing and drinking your lover's sweet tears of despair
a month later I'll dig you up and engage with carnal rites with whats lefts of you
piss on your grave, discharge on your graves flowers
your like the rest of them
shallow, heatless and umempathetic
you're also just pathetic
flay your flesh
you'll make a nice trench-coat
a totem to some long-forgotten blood-god I'll make your bones out of
your brains and lungs I'll diguise as hagus or snitzel
befitting of a European tourists lunch
not one piece of you will go to waste
I am like Ed Gein
and you are my hobby
BURN!