You were a friend to the end but the urge to do it finally closed myeyes, when I opened them yourlife had ebbed away. Just silence which cleansed the screams away.
I knew what I had to do, I had thetools ready to do those unspeakable things to you, but never worry your not here any more just a cadaver that will soon be in pieces all over my floor.
I use my knife cut you from throat to your ******* whoops I just chopped of your meat and veg **** it you don't need them any more. I play with your ribs blood once warm now cold in my hands.
I think of a xylophone as I tap the knifes, dull noises but they sound like musical notes, I smirk and laugh a bit thinking of what you would think, as I play musical notes down on your ribs and laugh some more.
I take your heart, it slips on to the floor, ok mate it slipped from my hands, don't look like that you don't need it anymore. I unravel your intestines as they unravel over the floor, reminds me of spaghetti just needs meat *****.
I have played enough, parts of you on me, I tasted part of your liver like Hannibal lecture, I wish I could tell you this but it tastes like horse.
I cut patches from your back, parchment a canvas of skin so I draw, blood is my paint as I draw a skull, then a dove you are free like the bird, no pain or fear any more.
I feel no regret, you were a friend, but I use your blood for hand print pictures on my wall as I put it on my face on my chest. I write I am the killer and now I am complete the circle of life is complete as I get the knife and move it across then I paint with my blood now across the walls.
I feel tired, but I am in a red sea of peace the room once white now red is painted on the walls. I think of what I have done, I cant help who I am no one could have changed me I've done what I have done I'm at peace now slumped on the floor.