Skullfucked

Skulking in the shadows, watching as her as she walks
Cruel intentions flood his mind but the blood is at his cock
A blade to make the heart stop
A rag to stop the screams
Equipped and in the darkness
Living out his dreams

Lusting for the blood flow, the knife repeatedly cuts
Stabbing penetrating entrance wounds, one hundred bleeding cunts
A twist of the handle
To widen the holes
Having his way
Damning her soul

Her eyes are still and half open, he tears them out in disgust
Repositioning his posture, aligned for a skullfuck  
The blood gurgled
By the vacuum made
A thick frothy foam
Crimson in shade

A light in the alley had spoiled the climax, the police had formed a modern day phalanx
For weeks he ran, eluded and evaded; now he slit his own throat, smiled and masturbated