The darkness inside you

its kinda explicit from here on out.... sorry. i was in a bad place when this came to exist. soo.... continue at your own risk?

Tonight this cunt will pay
My dick beats up her face
Her life and her cunt are mine
This slut shall now see

All night on this bitch, I release my piece
Yes, I am the man
And I will kill you when I can
You can try to run
But you're done
Run
Gun to your head
One more sound and you're dead
Kick in your teeth
With my cock piece

Sweet labial meat
Her inside-out twat
Tastes great to eat
Dripping and slipping and oozing and flowing with spit
This vile slit
Will ghost ride my prick

Blood pours from her tender throat
I left her bound to a tree
Nude, mangled, butchered, and blasted
Now these skanks will know not to fuck with me

Voltage (VERY DISTURBED POEM) ! extreme content !

Where do I begin?

Well for starters, Welcome to the End.

You see I have you restrainted.

By leather and chains.

Sadly youre not my first victim.

To many re-call by now.

Anyways, here is what I plan on doing with you.

I've taken very special measures.

To make sure this is fun for both of us.

Well . . . more for me really.

I'll start by giving you some rules.

First, dont try to struggle.

what your strapped to is my favorite electric chair.

Please, make it easier for you.

I promise to keep you awake in time for the show.

Second, dont try to talk or scream.

Because it is useless to do so.

You can scream your lungs out for all I care.

It's not going to do shit.

Third, dont fall asleep.

Its rude to just sleep while someone is talking to you.

And if you sleep. . .

Ill simply cut your eye lids off slowly and as painfully as possilbe.

Oh and one more thing. . .

I would start praying to your non-exsistent god, right now.

Shall I explain to you what I plan to do to you?

Hmmm no response. . .

Good you follow rules.

Sadly this is going to hurt quite abit.

Lets start with a minimum of five minutes of DC.

Direct Current.

It wont kill you.

But will leave you in so much suffering.

As I flip the chair on, your body convulses.

With every wave after wave of electricity.

Coursing through your body.

Your extraments flow out of you.

Bladder gives.

Leaving you in your own body fluids.

Your screams are shear and dreadful.

I stop at the five minute mark.

To see you beg and plead for freedom.

The rule was not to speak.

You broke that rule . . .

Now there will be no mercy.

No sympathy.

No forgivness.

I set the electric chair for AC.

Alternating Current.

This will be a swift death.

Time set for 30 minutes.

As I walk over to start the chair.

Your head lays low. . .

You are silently crying. . .

Weeping. . .

I walk over to you lifting your head.

A blissful kiss to the cheek.

And then I lite up your life.

Watching your body shake violently.

Uncontrollably.

Your body sizzles.

What you last see is a expressionless face.

Of the tormentor named.

Voltage. . .

Left The Cage Wide Open, Now It Is You Who Is Broken. ! extreme content !

Oh, How I Anticipate Each Night In a Realm In Which I Have No Control Over.

The Disturbed Creatures Rampage.

The Dream State We As Human Being Retreat to, For We Escape The Cruel Reality Of Life.

Simple Decaying Organisms Set To Life To Only Die In The End In A Shitty Society Ran By Greed.

Atlas, I Have No Paradise To Close My Burning Iris's Too.

Paradise Is Only An Illusion.

Eyes Blood Shot.

Red Suites Me Well Anyway.

I Have No Resistance To Exhaustion.

Giving In Is Easier Then Fighting It Any Longer.

Slumber Evades In.

Heavy My Eyes Are Like The Dead Bodies That Feel As Though They Are A Ton.

Seemingly, I Know You Will Be A Participate In The Tortures Awaiting Me.

“I Shall Not Show My Anguish, I Will Not Break To Fear, I May Be Weak But My Soul Is Extent-ion Of That.”

I Was Ready For What Seek-ed Me In Hell That Lurks In My Nightmares.

Can The Demons At Least Say A Nice "Hello" First Before Utterly Shirking In Pain.

Every night Is The Same Thing.

I Cause The Demons Inflicting Anguish.

Over and Over.

Demons Over My Shoulder.

Mentally Preparing Myself To The Violate Nightmares.

Plotting The Ways I Could Possibly Kill Thee.

That In Turn Have Numb Me.

What Worse Can You Do Now, Ive Been Through The Flames A Million Times, By God My Bones Should Be Ashes By Now.

Therefore, I Take Each As More A Regular Delighted Dreams.

Go On, Cut Both My Hands Open So I Can Watch The Vains Course The Blood Through Out My Body.

As I Come Into Contact With Such Things That Look Forward To My Impending Death.

My Enemies Arrived, This Time Slaughter Me.

These Certain Words Spoken Many Times Before In Each Dream.

I Call To You, My "Turmoil".

Play Their Course.

“My Demon, My Monster, The Thing That Dwells In My Very Soul. Heed My Words That I Speak And Take Your Hold. For Now You Are In Control.”

My Physical Appearance Referred To As Mangled.

Changes To His Bark Infested Being.

Forms To What Beast We All Are So Desperately Hiding Beneath The Surface.

Try To Hide But We All Know Whats Inside.

Of Humanity.

Its Merely Insanity.

As The Creature I’m Soulfully Bounded Too.

Bargain, Contract, Call It As It May Be.

Tears Whatever Creature Dares Try To Bring Such Harm Upon Me.

They Cant Reach Me, For What Limbs Do They Have.

Dies In Horrible Ways Then One.

"Turmoil" You Ripped Them All Off.

But Then One Dream.

What A Odd One Indeed.

“You” Were There.

Ah, My Most Favorite Of Pathetic Scum.

The Person That I Have Build Up So Much Hatred For.

You Know Who You Are, Quite Well Actually.

Now Appeared To Me Amongst The Many Beasts That Torment.

Such A Useless Foe, A Ghost Of Years I Rather Forget.

Was No Surprise, Beasts Are Beasts.

Rather Burn You With Them, Lets See Those Blisters Form As The Fire Of My Pure Hatred Scorches You Up In Flames.

“You” Were No Exception.

Meaning No Mercy Will Be Spared, Sympathy None The Less.

Which Meant, “You” Are To Die Like The Rest Of Them.

Possibly Much Worse Will Be In Store For You.

My Monster, My Demon, Took On A Rather Different Approach.

Call It As You May, Its Not Murder If It Only Exists In My Head.

“Turmoil” Dis-embodied Himself From Me.

His Eyes Red Iris's With Black Replacing The White.

Than Proceeded To Quickly Grasps “You” In His Hands.

Can You Feel The Fire Now? Of My Hatred?

Fear Is What I Saw In Your Eyes, Knowing That All Those Never Ending Nightmares.

Does The Heat Lightly Warm The Back Of Your Pitiful Neck?

Were Of My Doing, Well Mostly “Turmoil”.

Tell Me, Id Very Much Like To Know The Response You Would Say.

The Thing That Watches And Appears In Each Dream Is Him.

Can You Feel His Eyes Peering At You? Those Big Red Eyes Looking Straight At Your Little Soul.

He Likes To Watch “You” In The Unstable State You're In.

Its Amusing Seeing You Fall Apart, Wasting Away In The Guilt Of The Wrong Doing You've Made.

But This Time “You" Some How Invaded My Hells Sight.

No Worries There Is More Room In The Pills Of Corpses For One More.

So “Turmoil” Grabbed Your Throat Tightly.

You Must Not Be Able To Breathe So Freely By Now.

Then Said These Words In His Deep Demonic Voice.

“I Finally Found You . . . ”.

The Both Of You And Him, Faded Away In The Black Mist “Turmoil” Calls Home.

Will My "Turmoil" Take You To His Cave In Which He Drags All His Prey?

I Was Left In The Dream To Defend For Myself.

No Matter, I Was Pleased With What Had Happened To You By Then I Would Have Awakened.

What Rather Would Be A Thought I Could Care Less About.

I Wanted The Satisfaction Of Knowing.

Wormed Its Way In My Head.

Like The Maggots That Will Soon Do To You.

For I Wondered What My “Turmoil” Did With “You”.

I Wanted To Know.

If The Unimaginable Torture Was So Pleasing To Him.

The Flames Must Be Igniting Over And Consuming Your Very Body With A Relentless Wrath.

As It Is To Me.

Burn Baby, Burn.

To Be One Body, Made Up Of Two. (Love Knows No Boundaries) ! extreme content !

When You're Near.

I Get This Suppressing Feeling.

A Sensation.

A Longing.

This Temptation.

This Thought.

For When Your Right Beside Me.

Id Like To Express This Feeling To You.

Not In My Imagination.

I Want This A Reality.

So Close To The Surface.

That The Warmth Emanates Towards My Cold Finger Tips.

The Smoothness Of Texture.

Of Every Little Flaw Of You.

Every Part Of You.

From The Little Toes To The Fibers Of Your Hair.

That Sits Upon Your Head.

How I Wish To Explain This.

This . . .

Merely Over Whelming Feeling.

I Have For You.

I Wish I Could Be So Much Closer.

Not Just Body To Body.

No. . .

That’s Not Just Enough.

For What I Want.

Is To Be Of One Person With You.

I Feel AS Though When By Your Side.

Your Just To Far Away From Me.

I Want You As Close As Possible.

So Why Not Un-zip Your Body.

To Have Me Be Put Inside?

Its Brilliant!

You'll Be The Shell In Which I Crawl.

And Reside Too.

The Den In Which I Lay Around In.

Among Your Internal Assets.

That Function With The Forever Beat Of Your Sweet Heart.

I Will Only Wrap My Arms Around It.

Giving It A Little Squeeze.

Oh Did That Hurt You?

I Apologize, My Dear.

But I Cant Help It, Its Just So Small.

Id Just Like To Squeeze It So Tightly.

Its Just So Warm Being Inside You.

I Love It, Why Didn’t I Do This Sooner?

Don’t You Agree, My Dear?

Your Silence Only Temps Me More Darling.

But Ill Take The Quietness As A Humble Respond For “Yes”.

See How Much I Adore You?

Its Breath Taking, Oh Wait That’s Just Me Holding Your Lungs.

And Giving Them A Tight Grasp.

I Apologize Again Sweetie.

Its Just That All Your Organs Are Just So Adorable.

I Simply Cant Help Myself.

But Take Hold Of All Of Them, The Feeling Of The Texture Of Organ Flesh.

So Silky.

Like Velvet . . . Red Velvet.

And The Trickling Crimson Liquid That Seeps From Them.

So Memorizing.

You Must See It With Me One Of These Days.

But My Selfishness Gets In The Way.

I Just Want To Take This All In Myself.

And Enjoy The Splendors Within My Love.

Can You Blame Me Darling?

They Were True, Looks Don’t Matter Its Whats On The Inside That Counts!

And The Inside Of You Is So Gorgeous.

But Its Just So Cramp In Here.

I’m Sorry Baby But I Need To Break Some Of Your Bones To Make Room.

Is That Okay? Is That A Yes?

Okay Baby, Ill Try To Make This Quick.

Lets Break Couple Of These Ribs, Shall We?

One . . .

Two . . .

Three . . .

Did That Hurt Hun?

Id Apologize Once More, But The Sound Of Your Bones Cracking . . .

Just Sends Chills Down My Back In Excitement.

Its Like A Hidden Melody, That Is Composed By The Angels In Secret.

That Only I Had The Privilege Of Hearing.

Such A Special Thing Like This Shouldn’t Be Rushed So Ill Take This Process Slow.

One . . .

Two . . .

Three! . . .

There It Goes Again!

The Soothing Sound, Of A Breaking Bone.

Gives Me Such An Erection!

I’m Sure You Can Feel My Dick Press Up Against Your Small Petite Stomach.

The Slim In Which Covers Your Inners, Makes A Great Lubricates.

To Estimate How Many Times I’ve Let My Load Out Upon Your Insides.

Id Say Its A Number Higher Then 30.

But God Id Say Its The Ultimate Way Of Ecstasy!

Just Being Inside Of You!

And Fondling Your Uterus, While Giving Your Ovaries A Little Lick.

Perhaps A Kiss.

Just Sets My Rocket Off!

Can I Just Stay With In Till The Day I See My Grave Sweet Heart?

I Never Want To Leave This Place Alone For One Second.

How Do You Feel About This My Sweet?

. . .

I Agree, This Is Something Better Then A Marriage Certificate.

Its The Garden Of Bliss.

Being Here With You Now Like This.

I Love You Baby.

You Make Me . . .

So Happy.

Never Leave Me Again.

I Don't Know What I Would Do Without You.

Stay With Me.

Like This . . .

God . . . I Love You.

So Much . . .

The Hospital Visit (Erotic taboo) ! extreme content !

I remember it so clearly.

Walking in to the abandoned Ward.

Curiousity took hold.

Making me explore.

Suddenly, I had heard voices.

I went up stairs.

In the operation room.

A man and a woman.

Were undressing.

Standing on one side of the door way.

Peeking through now and then.

Catching climces.

Of their sexual act.

She had strapped him to the table.

Making him motionless.

She wore a slutty nurses outfit.

Not really that surpirsing.

She walked up to him.

Laying.

Watching.

Eagerly wanting to fuck her.

Luckly, she had some music playing.

Loudly drowning out the out side world.

She was laying on top of him.

Kissing.

Pressing her lips against his.

Slowly making my way in the room.

The woman had got a gag out of her bag.

Shoving it in his mouth.

Giggling and smiling at what she is doing.

They both didn't notice I was behind the certain now.

Near the old resty surgical tools.

I sat and waited for the right time.

Watching her give him a blowjob.

I thought to myself.

That I grew to despise what they were doing.

Being trapped in the confliction.

Between love and hate for a man I onced loved.

Flashes of erotic memories with him came to mind.

Making me absolutely furious.

The sudden reminder of what gives these two pathetic fucks.

Sexual release.

Only scares me.

Rape was the thing that held me down.

For seven months.

I had not known a man's touch.

Only of my ex.

He was my first and my only.

Snapping out of relentless thoughts.

I found that the woman was doing a strip tease.

An over taking feeling of sin.

Took over.

Like an instinct.

I grabbed hold of the resty bone saw.

Openning the certain.

The shock was clear on their faces.

I quickly walked over to her.

She was bare.

I knocked her over flat on ground.

She hit her head on the wall.

Knocking her out cold.

The man struggled endlessly.

Murmuring what sounded like.

"Please, leave her alone!"

Glances at him.

I had formed a grin upon my face.

Placing the saw next to her breasts.

I furiously sliced them off.

Waking her to reality.

She screamed as one . . . Two lusterest fun bags hit the ground.

Blood spurted out.

As she laided there bleeding half to death.

She whispered.

"Please. . . Stop. . ."

Moving to their belongings.

I searched in her bag.

And found a dildo.

Taking it over to the girl.

Terror was on her face now.

She went pale.

As I shoved it down her throat.

Silencing her utter whales.

Now grabbing the saw once more.

I walked towards the male.

And jammed the tool through his head.

Killing him instantly.

I turned to the woman.

She weeped.

Her face changed to anguish.

It gave shear delight.

I stood right beside her.

Laughing. . .

She struggled to take the disgusting plastic sex toy.

Out of her mouth.

I raised my leg and positioned my foot.

And stomped the dildo straight down.

She violently choked.

Heaving.

Gasping for air.

She died.

Of suffication and massive blood lost.

I felt a over whelming satisfaction.

Because I after they died.

I took it upon myself to bathe and feast.

In blood.

Devouring of fleshly organs.

Tearing muscles.

Of course, chewing on their faces.

Taking the identities of what made them individuals.

Full and happy with my visit.

To this empty hospital.

I left the operation room how I made it.

With not one . . . But two pest wasting away.

Walking home.

I stopped at the corner of the street.

And asked myself.

"Perhaps, ill go for another check up tomorrow."

That was my memory of the hospital I now go too.

Each and every night.

The Poet, the Pen, and Page.

The skill, can be a talent.

Or a curse.

Among, many that seek.

To write Master pieces.

I seek to write deformities.

The un-touchable.

Un-godly, and horrible deeds.

To view the creatures.

That led my pen upon paper.

Forever dwelling in the darkness.

Of words that we dare not think to go close too.

To see as our character come to life.

Manifested.

Fiends.

Hideous.

Disgusting.

The Purest of Nightmares.

But to stray far from the holy lands.

Of poetry origins.

Is to be executed.

By the punisher.

I simply enjoy the great satisfaction.

Of seeing that twisted man’s axe.

Grow near my neck.

Many write.

About Love, Sadness, Anger, and Eroticism.

My stories are one of a different kind.

Misfits among normality.

Monsters that walk on my paper.

The thrill of my words.

Defiling the paper.

With my thoughts.

My disturbed literature.

It may not be perfect.

But it is ugly.

Beautifully ugly.

I’m not here to please your taste.

I am here to spark.

That fear.

Of uneasiness.

To provoke that unholy side.

To send those in a frenzy.

Seeking more and more.

Of this damnable.

Poet’s madness.

To one day write my works in my blood.

To write the sinners stories.

Viewing the show in the front lines.

Seeing the players.

Fall one by one on my slate.

I love to observe.

To watch the demons eat them alive.

I believe every writer is cursed.

To see humanity.

As the true animals they are.

For we are the audience.

And the world is our show.

My "Raven" is Nevermore! ! extreme content !

Welcome my "Raven".

To my domain.

My caged demon.

Go ahead.

Squawk.

And flutter around relentlessly.

For tonight I will prepare you.

To see the hell you've put me through.

Hmmmm, The tables have turned, fiend.

Try to knock upon my door.

I dare you.

But now you can't.

Your in my clutches.

I take you.

"Raven" to strap you down.

Upon the chopping board.

First, I'll clip those nasty claws of yours.

Ripping out the nails from the root.

Letting the blood drip from thy fingers.

Next, I must cut your tongue out.

So you'll shut that damnable mouth of yours.

Taking a pair of scissors.

I cut down on your exposed tongue.

A shrill comes out.

Shuttering pain escapes through out your body.

Then, the removing of thy wings.

I take out a axe.

Making a small mark with a pen.

To where I will rid you of your arms.

A swift movement.

Slicing through the bone.

Clean cut.

So much blood pours out.

Screams of agony.

Spoken pass trembling lips.

Sobbing face.

The sight of hopelessness.

My "Raven" you shouldn't have said a word.

You should've stayed quit.

How sad, to see a precious thing go like this.

Makes me want to leave you this way.

In this painful state.

But Im in to deep.

The job must be finished.

I can't stop.

Now, removal of the skin.

Flipping you over to expose your belly.

I cut two slits.

On the chest, then between the hips.

And one long cut to connect the two.

Forming an "I".

I slowly pull and tug.

At the lose flesh.

Pealing it. . .

All of it off. . .

I can feel my "Raven" tremble.

And scream.

Trying to form words.

With no tongue to form them.

I've reached the point.

To shut you up for good.

Finally ,the beheading.

I walk over to where your head lays.

With the axe in hand.

I carefully place it upon thy neck.

Before I went for the blow.

I whisper in my "Raven's" ear.

"Nevermore. . . ."

Then chop. . .

Your head hits the floor.

Standing bloodly and grinning.

I say to myself. . .

"My Raven is Nevermore.". . .

Am I Dreaming Of Only Hell, Or Will I Never Wake?

It Seems Like I Come Across The Anguishing Thought.

Of Thinking As If Everything That Has Ever Happened.

Were Merely Artificially Insertion Of Emotions.

Ones That Are Appropriate To Situation Presented.

Id Think Being In The Confines Constructed.

By Just Being Isolated In My Own Head.

A Dream In Which A World I Live In Now.

Is What I Made Up.

For Some Purpose Of Existence.

And Everyone I Have Come To Meet.

Is Just My Silly Little Imagination.

For Companionship.

But In Reality, I’m Alone.

Stuck Listening To Mere Voices In My Head.

Looking For Interaction.

For A Lonesome Heart Could Only Long For A Friend.

Perhaps These Dreams.

Are More Of Nightmares, Played To Me.

On Repeat, Over An Over.

Memories, Lies!

Scars And Bruises.

Inflicted On Myself.

To Have The Sensation.

Of Pain, Agony.

Will I Awaken?

Pulling Away From Slumber.

Escaping From Insane Reality Of Nothing.

Than Those Deep Fears In Which.

That Have Come To Terrify Me.

Proceeding To Complicate The Rhythm Of Breathing.

Plunging Thy Heart In A Panic.

Beat By Beat.

Could It Be A Coma, Induced By God Knows What.

Can It Be The Instinct Of Retreat and Salvation

Or Will I Be In The Realm Of Which Keeps Me?

Do I Comply With The Shifting Scenery?

By The Will Of Hell,My Own Mind.

I submit to you seven different ways that my corrupted soul has manifested its darkly written dreams. For my thoughts have no sanity within the confines of my cold heart. Enjoy.

The Ways That Make Me Hate You! (Monsters Love Letter) ! extreme content !

Dear, . . . .

In Public We Are Sane Regular Civilians. But Behind Closed Doors. Your just a Fake. And I’m The Real Shit.

What Can You Do?

Talk As If You’ve Committed The Worse of Things.

Or Just Spit Out Relentless Lies?

You Will Never Come Close to The Reality Of The Path You’ve Just Made. Farther You Have fallen With in The 6ft Grave. Waiting to Plug The Entrance. Ill Be Watching. Seeing All You Do, In Panic To Evade The Nightmare. As The Demons Push The Dirt In. Suffocating You Under Neath Heavy Worm Infested Soil.

Can You Tell Me What You Have Seen?

The Horrors in Hell's Pits. For The Damned Angels From Heaven Will Have Their Thrills With You. Delivering The Sickest of Punishments.

You May Possibly Get Inspiration on How to Get Back At Me For What I Have Done to You, Yes?

Well I’m Looking Forward to That. Atlas, I Have Come to The Conclusion. That You Are Not Worthy of My Expense. Perhaps You Are Not of a Worthy Adversary. Repent Is Not Even Fitting For Your Savior Anymore.

Your No Demon, Nor a Sinner.

Your a Pathetic Man With a Silly Little Fucked Up Head. It Might Even Be of Some Entertainment. Acting As If Your Ruler of The Flames That Burn Beneath Every Mans Feet. Commanded by The Red Beast.

But No.

You Are Truly a Actor Playing His Role In a Seemingly Boring Story.

You Are a Mockery.

Scum!

I Have Said This a Thousands Times Already, Dammit!

Your Not Impressing Anyone Nor Scaring Them Out of Wits End.

YOUR ARE NOTHING MORE THEN A MAN WHO WANTS SYMPATHY FROM OTHERS TO ACTUALLY NOTICE YOUR HOPELESS EXISTENCE IN THIS WORLD!

BUT GUESS WHAT WE DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT YOU, SO STOP PLAYING VICTIM AND TRULY ACT AS THOUGH YOU ARE OF SOME SANITY.

DO HUMANITY A FAVOR FOR ONCE, AND CEASE FROM SPEAKING FOR AS LONG AS YOU WALK UPON THIS EARTH!

YOUR SIMPLY MINDED SPEECHES CAN'T EVEN MAKE THE ONE YOU LOVED FOR SO LONG STAY WITH YOU!

YOU'VE SENT HER OFF, BY THAT IDIOTIC SPIT PERSONALTY OF YOURS!

“HIM” YOU CALL IT?

WELL THEN HAVE YOU'VE MET THE “MONSTER”!

ID TEAR THAT WALL OF A “HIM” DOWN TO PIECES IN THE WASTE OF THE GALLOWS!

NOW, DON'T TELL ME YOUR ACTUALLY THINK APOLOGIES WILL EARN MY ATTENTION?

HOW ABOUT YOU TAKE THEM AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS, THAN DOWN YOUR BLOODY THROAT!

. . . Now.

Do You See My Point?

You Just Cant Get Any Reward of Satisfaction. From The Potential Agony From Me. Ill Just Think Its a Form of Exciting Foreplay. Make The Masochist In Me Come Out, Bitch!

CUT MY STOMACH OPEN AND PULL MY ORGANS OUT.

THAN PROCEED TO CALL ME DADDY!

FOR I LOVE IT, DARLING!

I'M MADLY IN LOVE WITH THE PAIN NOT YOU!

YOUR THE SLOPPY SECONDS NO ONE DARES TO TOUCH!

HAHAHA! DON'T TELL ME YOUR CRYING?

IF YOU CAN BE EASILY BROKEN DOWN LIKE THAT!

THEN WHAT KIND OF A MAN ARE YOU?

ONE WITH NO PRIDE OR DIGNITY?

YOU MUST HAVE A PUSSY BETWEEN THOSE LEGS THEN!

CAN I POUND A CRUCIFIX UP THERE?

WHILE TEETHING UPON THY FACE FOR SOME SORT OF NUTRIENTS?

OR WILL YOU ALLOW ME TO, INSERT DEAD ROTTING BIRDS AND OTHER SMALL CREATURES IN THY STOMACH?

LET THE MAGGOTS WORM FREELY UPON THEIR NEW LIFELESS HOST!

BUT NO I CAN NOT EXPLAIN ALL OF WHICH ID LOVE TO UNLEASH UPON YOU IN ONE POEM.

NO, IT'D BE A NOVEL ALL ON ITS OWN!

ONE IN WHICH YOUR MOTHER WOULD PRAY FOR FORGIVENESS BY ALL MIGHTY GOD.

TO PURIFY HER.

FOR YOU WERE ONE FETUS THAT SHOULDN'T HAVE SEEN THE LIGHT!

CAN YOU FEEL MY ABSOLUTE HATRED FOR YOU?

THIS ISN'T EVEN THE BEGINNING OF IT SWEET HEART!

FOR THERE WILL BE MORE TO COME!

But When That Day Comes.

I Am Completely Prepared To Tear You Limb From Limb.

Don’t You Ever Doubt That.

Sincerely Yours,

“Monster”