Perhaps It Is You

The chains that cross your body hold you down...
A gag in your mouth to keep you silent...
I won't tell you whether my victim is a boy or girl...
Perhaps it is you.

Perhaps you're held against your will.
Perhaps you're screaming but making no sound.
Perhaps you're wondering who I speak of.
Perhaps it is you.

Imagine yourself in a little wooden shack
Surrounded by blood coated on walls from floor to ceiling
Ceiling to floor
Under my words and actions you will fall...

Your will is strong but will not save you.
Though you struggle you falsely believe you can escape.
This is your fate so accept it, I hold your life here in my hands.
Now close your eyes and sleep.

Of course you don't, your instincts tell you to not close your eyes.
I lower the knife to your stomach and dig in
Ripping out your organs: your stomach, liver and intestines
So glorious and bloody and delicious...

Then the skin frees itself from muscle and bone and I rub it on my face.
Still luxurious and soft and oh so lovely.
Your nose bleeds down your cheeks like angry red tears.
Then your eyes bulge in agony.

Still you scream yet cannot scream...
And yet the life leaves your eyes...
Perhaps your will was not strong enough.
I lean down and kiss your cooling forehead.