Originally Posted by: CW14Tonja asked me for the time
I took a pickaxe to her head
I ripped out her eyes
She doesn't need them, she's dead

All watch in horror
As I drill holes in her corpse
Tear away her skin
No remorse

I buttered my walls as I do my toast
Only she was the butter
Gritty and moist

A thick, creamy paste
Thanks to my mincer
The walls were red
Smothered in bits of 'er

A room of surprises
The sweet scent of blood
Surrounded by decaying friends
It's the only thing that gets me hard

o_o