Bloody Fest.

Can i put your eyes in a canteen and stare at them?
Your brown, oh so brown..eyes.
I want to hear you scream my name when i cut you open.
I want to stick my hands inside of your stomach and squish your guts.
Letting the blood seep between my fingers.
Oh...what a rush.
Grinning insanely,
Grabbing the surgical knife,
I drag it across your chest  
Jesus it's a blood fest!
Cutting off your fingers and baking them in my oven.
Leaving them out for display.
Oh what a day.
Oh what a day it has been.