Love of My Axe

I sharpen my Axe, before I attack,
My heart filled with cracks and faded to black,
The killing begins, no time to relax,
Severed in half your stuffed in a sack,
The bloodlust has started, it's not turning back,
Body counts rise, no way to keep track,
Axe wielded in both hands, I slash and I hack,
Bloody limbs cut off then thrown in the stack,
When fulfilling these passions, many weapons I pack,
But none compare to my favorite, my Axe.

When it's all over it's back to the stone,
to be sharpened again, my partner my friend,
until the next time, to the blade I tend,