No recollection of any events from the night
Fake, numb reality
I sense evil, inhuman psychotic treachery
What did I do to thee?
Then I can see your body next to me
Face sewn to the carpet and hooks through your hands 
and knees
Art done so masterfully
I want to kill, masochistic rampage...slay.
I attempt to contain myself, but drive a wedge through 
your head
Splattering brains and blood on every inch of your 
dominion...kill.
Suddenly, all I see, your corpse laying beautifully
Artwork not complete, need a file to grind down your 
teeth
I slit groin to sternum, intestines call to me
I string your insides about the floor, excitement 
consumes me
Every single day I felt you suffocating me
You should've known I'd have my revenge
I unleash sheer ferocity, torturing your soul for all 
eternity
Although you're dead, ready for your grave
I'm not ready to bury you yet, I have needs that I must 
release
Your cadaver begs from between your thighs
Laying on your exposed chest cavity, crossing the lines 
of obscenity
I proceed yet
I inject pure wretchedness into your fast decaying 
bloody womb
Observing you, I now see the sutures ripped from your 
rotted flesh
Ruined art, simply trash thrown down the stairs like 
all the rest
Unavailing mass
I've slit your groin to sternum, intestines called to 
me
I've strung your insides about the floor, excitement 
consumed me
I envision perfection, my canvas disappoints
I've strung your insides about the floor, it shall not 
end until it's done