My friend the bloody pigeon

Grab you by your hair
Beat you without care
Then grab my tools
Tasty red she drools
A knife or two will do the job
Perfection as you scream to god
Begging for mercy at my feet
The lovely gore you slowly leak
One by one I rip off your fingernails
You scream out but it always fails
I love the sound of pain and agony
Your beaten soul begging to be free