He kept it in the fridge
On the top shelf
On a plastic plate
No care for health
Opening the door how he would smile
But if we looked in there
Or mouths would fill with bile
It's his most cherished part
Y'know when he stole her heart
And threw it in the drain
Hoping that the rain
Would wash away the stain
So he kept this part in his fridge
A kinda trophy like a kid
But only he looks at it
As he touches his dick
Remembering all the fights
Her screaming out into the night
For someone to help her now
While he slashed and cut
And screamed and howled
And so he looks into her eyes
The fridge light makes them shine
As he touches his prize of crime
And when he's all spent
The fridge door
Will close again