R.I.P

A Twisted Corpse,
Lays Lifeless And Still,
The Guilty Beast,
Went In For The Kill..

Foul Smelling Stench,
Decomposed Meat,
Nothing Intact,
From Her Head To Her Feet..

Organs,
And Limbs,
Strewed Across The Park,
Although Most Of Her Body,
Camouflaged In The Dark..

A Jigsaw,
A Puzzle,
To Rebuild Her Face,
Something Eerie,
And Sinister,
Has Taken Place..

A Leg Over Here,
Her Torso There,
Teeth,
Flesh,
Her Ripped Out Hair..

However Deceased,
She's Drawn Her Last Breath,
Hopefully Pain And Torture,
Right Up To Her Death..

A Killer,
An Army,
With Grudges To Bare,
All Happy,
Content,
With Her Laying There..

What Goes Around Comes Around,
I've Heard This Phrase Said,
As I Stare Down At The Hole,
From A Bullet To Her Head.