Hacked to pieces they found her

Or rather, they scraped her off the floor

Bits of bone and brain around her

And the whole room was splattered with gore



Her death was pitiless and violent

Bludgeoned beyond recognition

Her facial features crushed, her brain beat to mush

Her last moments were truly perdition



Picking up the chunks of the bodies left behind

Senseless carnage and bloodshed is all they will find

So many bits and pieces in death`s dark design

This axe was made to grind...



The next piece of puzzle was even more brutal

I hacked up her bowels with a grin

Her struggles would prove so tragically futile

Oh, how she squirmed as she was done in

Even the coroner found it quite savage

When he saw what forensics uncovered

A few pieces was all they could salvage

Out of the red running gutter...



The next clue in this forensic jigsaw

Arrived on the slab quite the worse for wear

It was all they could manage, to find something to lavage

So little of her carcass was there...



Picking up the chunks of the bodies left behind

Senseless carnage and bloodshed is all they will find

So many bits and pieces in death`s dark design

This axe was made to grind...



They scraped the remains into Ziploc bags

Collected for autopsy

No blood on the axe, I covered my tracks

Nothing will lead them to me...



A grotesque enigma carved from human flesh and bone

Death is the final hand we`ll all dealt

From the grizzly aftermath, of this heinous bloodbath

The only answer`s the puzzle itself...



Picking up the chunks of the bodies left behind

Senseless carnage and bloodshed is all they will find

So many bits and pieces in death`s dark design

This axe was made to grind...