My knife cuts through his flesh.
Smashed my fist through his thorax.
Hammer on the rib until it cracks.
Full of weakness is this organic mechanism.
I need to lose my aggressions in these torturing sessions.

I strike your veins with immense pains.
Blood now shoots out, did I sliced your artery now ?
No, I don’t want to lose you yet.
You and my blade just met.

Barely I kept you alive.
Into machine you are plugged.
With medicine you are drugged.
I can continue with my session.

As i’m peeling of your skin.
And your blood ornaments me.
You know I’m the last you see.