Loss of precious life...


...my version....

As the blood begins to gush out the side of your neck.

I thrust my cold steel into your face.

You're closer to death.

You must die for me to survive for I believe in sacrifice.

I slice with my knife to open your body.

It is now deprived.

But it is a body that I'll enjoy.

For I do not like your body cooked.

I prefer it raw.

Oh, beautiful tomatos.

In a salad your body resides...

AlOmega