You carve the life out of those you love
With a blunt weapon made of skin cells
You carve the life out of yourself
With a razor, no need for deception
You want to kill because you are disgusted
By humanity, your mortality
You need to take control. So you choose
Perfect sheep for slaughter
The ones who love you devotedly
The ones you can tolerate long enough
To love. Long enough to kill
This murder takes time
It starts with two fingers
Placed gently on a willing tongue
You slide them down tight throats
Until you're fist-deep in convulsing esophagi
It follows with arm, shoulders, ribcage, hips
Until you are nested inside of your prey
Picking at small intestines in total
Darkness. You light sage, you hold rosaries
This body is welcoming
Like God, many die slow as you watch
But it's the ones you make coffins out of
You love to watch the most
So f*ck you for hallowing me
I cannot stop loving you