The Art of Infamy

Step into my oracle

My dreams become your nightmare

Prepare the Propofol

Insert the intrivenus

The arms and legs go stiff

Pupils are diolating

Escape impossible

Begin examination

Knife in hand, instrumental

Flashing lights from my camera

Wide awake, documented

My gruesome thoughts become

So twisted and demented

Breathing starts becoming labored

Tubes coming from your mouth

Your senses inundated

A drain inside your stomach

Your eyes cannot perceive

Exactly what they witness

You see your legs removed

But yet you do not feel it

Extricate the flesh, removable

Heart pumps what is left, exsanguinate

Brain still functioning, immobilize

Pain starts seeping in, sustainable

Life begins to fade, you're weakening

Tears stream down your face, your accepting

Seconds left to live, experiment

Nothing left to give, disposal

Glorify my obsession

Revel in your dissection

Everything for presentation

Fingernails and teeth

Keepsakes for my vast collection

Prepare the plastic bags

Put on the rubber gloves

Now get the duct tape

The odor penetrating

How many bags to use

Where should I dump the body?

Must get the media

To understand my work

The art

The art of infamy