-At times I think I am truly unwell
For deep in my mind,  a playground of hell.
Where coworkers,  friends,  and strangers do hide.
Where anguish runs deep and blood falls from skies.

-In one room are blades to carve meat off of bone.
In another hot brands to show you are owned.
But you,  my dear friend I  can say with great pleasure
Are truly a prize, a new treat altogether.  

-I'd start with a frame,  to strap you with glee
Make sure bonds are tight,  wouldn't want you to flee.
Carve my hate in your skin,  your blood running wet.
Frame shaking with sobs,  don't pass out on me yet.

- I'd pull out your nails,  and rip out your teeth
I'd claw out your eyes to bone underneath.  
I'll shiver and grin,  as your screaming dies out.
Cries drown in your throat as blood pours from your mouth

-I'd sleep soundly that night,  picking blood from my nails.  
Fall asleep to the sound of your bellowing wails.  
But alas,  only wishes that form in my head
Though it brightens my day to wish you were dead.