Born Headless

<br>You`re not emoting: <br>one of us will have to dig deeper; <br>These are my cheek nails: <br>Penetration, though unclean, <br>can make you bleed <br>in so many interesting ways;<br>I rend your flesh and caress your fears <br>as you weep<br><br>Human tragedy... <br>Let this be a lesson to you, it`s symbolic <br>Let this dirt define your grave<br><br>Midmortemtorment, <br>ornament of dandling flesh; <br>Why do you vomit? <br>You should have seen the last one I did:<br>I chewed it to a paste and spit it out <br>when I was done, yet the gummy taste <br>of anus still smothers my tongue <br><br>Girth control, to me, is considered an art; <br>Fat`s fully excised as I tear you apart;<br>my maleficence is as deep aas it can get: <br>I derive enjoyment from cruel torture<br>and messy death <br><br>I tear your legs from their sockets <br>to ease my pilfering of your pockets <br>Better for you if you`d been born headless <br>Blame your mother you weren`t born headless <br><br>Now that it`s over, you`ll be remembered,<br>but not missed, swathed in cerements <br>to keep in the precious cold<br><br>I turn and pass away in violence an gunfire; <br>the earth soaks up my brain...<br>I see myself as I`ve been <br><br>I see myself