Born Headless

You're not emoting:

One of us will have to dig deeper

These are my cheek nails

Penetration, though unclean

Can make you bleed

In so many interesting ways

I rend your flesh and caress your fears

As you weep

Human tragedy...

Let this be a lesson to you, it's symbolic

Let this dirt define your grave

Midmortemtorment

Ornament of dandling flesh

Why do you vomit?

You should have seen the last one I did:

I chewed it to a paste

And spit it out when I was done

Yet the gummy taste

...Of anus still smothers my tongue

Girth control, to me, is considered an art

Fat's fully excised as I tear you apart

My maleficence is as deep as it can get:

I derive enjoyment from cruel torture

And messy death

I tear your legs from their sockets

To ease my pilfering of your pockets

Better for you if you'd been born headless

Blame your mother you weren't born headless

Now that it's over, you'll be remembered

But not missed, swathed in cerements

To keep in the precious cold

I turn and pass away in violence an gunfire

The earth soaks up my brain...

I see myself as I've been

I see myself