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Fucking whore

Where does my anger gather?

It starts from deep inside of me

Goes through my arms down my fingertips

Spurts from the nails

Where else can it go?

My body is the filthiest and most disgusting thing of all

I am the one to blame

Nothing more than a trifle

Unworthy of joy or sorrow

In a dream

I saw that lady living with us in our home

The bed in the guest room is now hers

In the bathroom

There was a brush and shampoo I'd never buy

An unusual sight

Even the way she spoke was repulsive beyond repair

Despite the burning insanity inside me

I spoke to her calmly

She responded by swinging her arms wildly

Robbed of vision, all I could do was clench my teeth against the pain

It was made clear how savage people could be to children

I couldn't stave off the terror welling up inside

I had rehearsed, formulated a plan, and dug a hole

In the dark, in a place where nobody comes and none can hear us

I stashed a wide variety of scalpels

Some short, some curved, and all of them sharp

She shielded her head with her arms but it didn't help at all

Humans all have different voices

I heard they scream more once their skin is punctured

I removed the ears from this one

It hasn't stopped screaming since

Just like a broken doll

She had become a piece of junk

Know your place and the sin of pretending to be more

Fucking whore

Oh what a harmony

Gasping for breath

Her body spasmed while dying in agony

With flaps of beefy skin cut from everywhere

I stapled them to her eyes without any care

Despite the burning insanity

I spoke to her calmly

Here is your fucking head you insufferable piece of garbage

That’s nothing

It’s just a piece of meat now

Fucking whore

Be silent

That is all that I desire

Your death made manifest by rusted hooks and my ire

Fucking whore