You Can't Spell Slaughter Without LaughterMature

See my face?
See how much I don't give a damn? 
See the rage that makes me want to kill you?
No?
Wrong answer.

As your blood pours from your veins,
As you plead for help,
As your bones shatter,
As I rip your tongue from your skull,
So you can speak no more,
As I slit your throat from ear to ear,
Giving you a meaty smile you never wore before,
I simply laugh.

The day I said "I can't wait for karma to eat you alive,"
You never thought it would be for real.
You never thought you'd end up on the news
As a victim of a homicide.

Just like I promised,
Karma ate you,
Just in the form of millions of fly larva,
Making their way out of your rotting flesh,
Into the night air,
To start this all over.

See my face?
See how much I don't give a damn?
See the rage that makes me want to kill you?
Yes?
Too late.

 

 

:~:Dedicated to my new friend Guz, the gore junkie:~:

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