Pszazz
Slowly stalk,
extend the kill.
Feel the steel slither with your will.
One more cut
for one more scar.
Be sure to build the terror right,
sense the victim with your fear
slice another notch tonight.
Light the candle for your moth.
Cider for your spider web.
Fetid fetter cheese is better,
hard to get a virgin wetter.
Soft as feathers,
flesh of silk
swelled with red will soon be dead.
Savour every morsel minute,
every salty feeling in it.
Close your eyes and see
the action of her beating heart.
Seal her fate.
Anticipate...
Tear her tiny throat apart.
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