A killer's time

Shhh can’t you hear it? Shhh I’m about to go biolistic. Blood on the walls, and brain mater on the stalls Look! It all around some falling from the ceiling to the ground oh and the stink of decay everywhere and body parts full of nails. Can’t you just see it? Body peace’s in the trash the look in the eyes of the fear she saw last. A tear in her eye, oh and how she plead before he raped her threw the night then slicing her up till her cries died. He sinkers and laughs saying that’s one way to make time pass.