The frozen stare in
the eyes of those
who have fallen prey
reflects in the blade
of the instrument
chosen for this task
A scalpel,
and some rope,
a roll of ducttape
the tools of my trade,
my best friends
Hitch hikers,
prostitutes
runaways
and junkies
I'm gonna take you
for the ride
of your life
First bound
and gagged
then transported
to a remote area
I'll let you know,
what I will do
just to see
it in your eyes,
The fear of dying
Thrive on the fear
in the eyes of those
who are falling prey
the silent scream
in their cornea
is my only fuel
Here it comes, the first cut,
oh how she cramps in pain
like a worm, on a hook,
she's beautiful tonight

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