The night is young,
mischief hour has just begun.
My heart races, my veins are bulged.
My senses see, hear and taste blood.
The white picked fence with the roses marks your shelter,
pathetic human being hiding behind a screen.
All is not as it seems..
I found you in your bed,
you were off dreaming of sweet indulgence-
the knife in my hand was shaking with anticipation.
I moved closer and sliced your throat,
it's very important to make no noise.
I hacked and slashed at tender flesh,
the new red decore was an improvement, I must admit.
I smelled the iron, the sweet smell of death.
I tasted your liquid and went into my frenzy.
I Removed pieces of skull, to create my own ragdoll,
jagged out your teeth for that perfect smile.
I sliced off your skin to reveal the veins,
I bit into them just to see what it felt like.
I watched you drown in your very own blood,
oh if Charles Manson could see me now!
I hugged you tight to get some blood for a memoir-
I poured some acid into your eyes,
removed intestines and made you feed.
I dug into your open torso,
looking for that liver of yours.
I found it and stuck it to the wall,
imagining what mommy would think of it all.
My masterpiece was nearly done,
just had one more thing to do-
I chopped off your head and spiked it onto your fence.
I then took off to find another white pecked fence,
the hour of mischief was not nearly over.
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