This Is The Day:  For the total avengement comp

You don’t look so scary any more
Lying there on my autopsy table
And I know what you’re thinking
You’re thinking ‘why. Why me?’
Why not search your memory
It’s surely in there somewhere
Your wondering why I broke all
Your fingers with a clamp and pliers
Simple, try gripping something now
You’ll also wondering why I took all
Of your toes of individually using
My favourite electric carving knife
Try kicking the bedroom door now
You’re wondering why I gouged
Out your eyeballs with a soup spoon
Try giving me those come to bed
And suck my dick look, you know!
You’ll be wondering why I welded
Your mouth shut with a blow torch
Try all those vile insults and requests
Try drinking a bottle of whiskey now
You might b bemused why I cut off
Your balls with gardening shears
Try splooshing that milk down
Anyone else’s widened throat
You’ll wonder why I don’t kill you
Quick: Simply you have to be made
Too suffer, you’ve only been here
Two weeks and you will die by tomorrow
Fifteen days verses fifteen years
You should be thanking me for
Letting you off and down easily
Your certainly wondering why
I am holding your cock in one
Hand and a scalpel in the other
Bring back any memories of
Having me grip your cock and
Jerk it or suck it for you, sometimes
You had a knife for motivation
You would grip me
Now you can’t
You would kick me
Now you can’t
You’d glare at me
Now you can’t
You would scream at me
Now you can’t
You liked everything quick
Now I don’t
So what to do about your
Snake bit penis: Remember; get
The poison out like in the cowboy movies
Sometimes I talk too much, bad habit
I don’t want to tell you who I am
I want you to fucking remember
I know this next thing will jog your memory
You’ll be wondering why I am cutting of
Your dick with a hacksaw, why I am turning
You over face down; remember yet?
You can’t see this but I have placed your
Penis in a broken glass milk bottle, jagged
I think you might remember this
But you were the giver not the taker
I reamed the bottle up his as time and time
Again, there was so much blood as
His body convulsed and constricted
It’s funny how you can still scream
Under welded lips: Fantastic, worthwhile
You still don’t fucking remember, do you?
This card and your favourite chocolates
Let me read it to you, because you can’t
Dad, Happy fathers day you evil old bastard
May you be tortured in hell – R.I.P



For the total avengement comp