Kill The Messenger
Evisceration
What a glorious scene.
Your entrails lain out before me.
As you scream at me for mercy.
Alas, a mindless miscreant I have become.
Unaware of anything, save your crimson corpse.
The warmth it radiates is so inviting.
I long to feast upon your flesh.
YOUR BRAINS!!
MY FEED!!!
I hear it calling.
I feel the longing in my chest.
To rip apart the limbs of living creatures.
Evisceration, my newest source of inner joy.
A faithful servant of the damned.
The hour's near.
Soon the earth shall be reborn.
A place of darkness and demise.
RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!
OR WELL FEAST ON YOUR NOGGINS WITH FORKS!!
From Letras Mania