Pleasure of Murdering

Entering the haunt of the owner
she feels the stink of putrid bodies,
the environment to human butcher’s shop,
the stained with blood soil.
Sharpening the instruments of torture,
the still conscious victim knows
that dying is her salvation.
The disturbed owner starts by
carving to small tracks her extremities.
Pain, shouts, desperation,
the function has just begun.
Satisfaction, excitation morbidity… it is his passion.
It is the most valued moment of the act.
He fixed the knife in the abdomen,
opens her body flooded in blood
tears her entrails into pieces,
urge with his hands the warm organs.
He splashed the wall decorating it with remains.
He hangs his trophies,
in the corner the remains the stink is vomitive.
Satisfaction, excitation, has done it again.