He rips and tears,
And tears stream down.
She screams and begs he stop,
But pain is joy,
Or so he's learned.
She'll scream until she drops.
"Monster," she calls him,
And he grins and laughs.
For he knows it's far too true.
He'd been good once;
He'd had a heart,
But it was dead for all he knew.
His spirit soars
As she shrieks and begs,
And the knife comes down again.
Time for a finger.
Time for an ear.
The joy can't ever end.
But she's growing close,
And her body droops.
Her eyes roll back in her head.
He's screaming now;
She can't die yet,
For their all already dead!
He stabs again,
harder this time
And scream for her to wake,
But she doesn't move
and with a heavy heart
He knows it's far too late.
He sinks to the ground,
The girl in his arms,
A limp and bloody slop.
She'll be back tomorrow.
She'll beg him to stop,
and she'll scream until she drops.