Whet the jagged edge of Deceit’s rusted razor
With the smooth cold stone of Calculation
Strop it to a surgical keening efficiency
With the tattered remnants of my Hope
Anesthetize me with promises of love
Numb me with sweet whisperings of the here-on-after


Now


Take up your filthy scalpel and
Cut (the bonds of reality)
Slice (the tether that binds me to this world)
Sever (the legs of my soul, so it cannot run from you)
Mutilate (the last vestiges of my Sanity)
Now drop the blade
And with your bare hands
Rip into my chest and spread my ribs
Make them crack and split like green fence rails on a cold winter’s day
Tear out my heart and rip the aorta open with your rotten splitting nails
And drink the steaming black blood as it runs down your arms
Listen as it spatters on the floor in great stinking gouts
Don’t miss a drop!
Drop to your knees and lap up the putrid fruit of your labor with your cankerous, lying tongue
Suck up the sweet decay of my Sanity like a fly feeding on shit

It’s all you’ve ever done.