Insatiable

"Breaking news just in, a barrel was found today..."
I turn the radio off no surprises

Gagged and knocked out, cloth in their mouth,
Why the fuck did you give me a handout?
Did he know? Did he know my desire?
Murder on my mind, it gets me higher.

So many choices, where to begin?
Smashing his jaw no sounds to escape,
Shush, don't cry, I wanna see what's within,
Gotta take my time, make no mistake.

Unable to talk, moan, sigh or cry,
No one will hear him, as they walk outside,
Kneeling down for him, lookin in the eye,
Only way he leaving is in a fuckin bag.

No time like the present, time to make some noise,
But first into his pocket I pace to shiny coins,
Getting the camera out, its just a polaroid,
Time to take some snaps, then cut off this haemorrhoid.

First to break are kneecaps, I've relapsed,
Perhaps the attacks caused the mishaps,
His muffled screams are like a romance,
So beautiful, to play on every fuckin program.

Back's against the wall, useless legs in front,
"Can I ask you a question? Lets be blunt",
"You know you never leaving, so can I keep your shoes?",
More silent screams escaping as he sees his feet removed.

Too much blood he looses, he turns a little pale,
Trapped inside his nightmare, its my erotic fairy-tale,
Pullin off his trousers to make a tourniquet,
I'm addictively committed to working it.

Now he's fully naked, there's no more obstacles,
Silent is his prayer, man shouldn't pray to monsters,
If God was real then why he make him struggle?,
"We'll be right back, after this word from our sponsors"

The radio gets turned off, I wanna his him whimper,
I lean into his ear, get close and whisper,
"Soon its all over, but now is time for blood,
God can never save what has already been judged"

Scalpel in my hand I bring it to his forehead,
A few moments later and his face has now been shed,
Needles full of genuine medicine, adrenaline,
Oops, pumped the specimen full of Estrogen.

Bitches body already feminine, workout like a regimen,
Naked and vulnerable, bent over a table,
Not fat on him, I dont like Gelatine,
Hands behind his back tied by a cable.

I cover the face with KY Jelly, "I hope you're ready"
Jamming his face inside his own anus,
Now he watch how fucked his is, we both gettin sweaty,
I'm happy, I'm doing what TV trained us.

Hardly any movement, hell barely a grunt,
Submissive little fucker, perverted little cunt,
Exploding on his face, the condom slips out,
Cum dippin down, face half hanging out.

Even though the chemical sexual was non consensual,
Erection unbearable in his ass again its a burial,
Conceptual its terrible, but in actual its valuable,
His face was edible, I'm an ineffectual professional.

Blood sexually overtakes, my desire to masturbate,
I hesitate as I dominate, and I penetrate,
Like Mike Tyson, but I'm actually guilty the rape,
Mentally radiates and navigates as I deteriorate.

Carving up his legs into chunks more suitable,
Making his perfect body removeable,
Shoved in a barrel, was my murder political?
Delusional? Excusable? Nope, just despicable.

Months go by the desire unbeatable,
I'm an invincible individual, the original,
Insatiable. The girls a runaway,
"Breaking news just in, a barrel was found today...