Breathing Amputation

a mound of souls ..... overflowing in this room
the hours spent ......
becoming fluent in the art of death
amputations from your breathing body
carefull not to bleed you out ......
this could go on for days ...
stay with me in these dark lit hours
slicing the lips off your face
permanent display of teeth ... no more expresions
your eyes and screams will tell this story now .......
audible incyndieries ....
decending down the tones of horror and pain
blanket me with your screams .. overcome me with chills
make my blood burn ...... ever faster its course
i am a monster fluent in the art of death
amputations from your breathing body ...
carefull not to bleed you out
palipitations in your chest skipping further from the timing of life
exiduse is cunning ...... apple of my iris .... hollow and detatched
like your many body parts .. 
enlightened by killing ..... taken apart piece by piece
beneath the swinging lights ... clots will form on the tools of your distruction