AN: First time putting poetry that I have written on the web, hope you enjoy.
I sat in my chambers staring at the door lonesomely thinking of my acts of gore.
Wondering how, when, or what to do when the time that I should do what I must do, of course I should involve you too.
Arising abruptly waltzing down the hall slowly, so slowly I walked breathing less densely searching for the thing I call "All".
All is wrapped inside shape, dainty, intricate morsels and most of all; more painful to those I pray upon. Of course I had them beneath the floor with various things. Oh I love "All".
Continuing my serge to my beloved all pleasantly smiling my feelings suddenly began to merge.
Oh the fun I have with "All". What I cut with the innards of all, slicing away until my task is done.
Reaching my point of strength and greed I ripped up the floor, well as you presumably read.
Scraping through what I call my work, slowly reaching the "All" My eye began to (twitch) twerk.
Picking out my marvelous tools wrapped in canvas, such as a holding case that looked innocent enough, but upon opening "All" would be reveled!
Walking to the closet across the way opening it I began to sway!
Thinking of songs of joyous exuberance such as "Ring Around the Rosie" and of course that song leaves little for remorse. With no remorse there's no recourse.
Pulling out the black suitcase with gloves of love and little lace. I then took of in a quick pace. Down the stairs and out the door to start my though of joyous gore!
Well Ladies and Gent's would you like me to continue the thought on a separate page? As sort of a chapter two, or leave it as it to please you?