Murder on the Stool

Late in the night

Your stomach starts to rumble

I call out your name

You frantically

Sprint to me

Pull down your pants

Your asscheeks make contact

Spread your cheeks wide

The brown monster comes

Start to push and strain

You realize it ain't a game

All that runny shit

Is all I have to gain

You start to hear some breathing

You realize it's not yours

You try to find the source

The toilet might be cursed

I'm staring at your ass

Lots of time has passed

You just can't squeeze it out

You start to scream and shout

I stab you from the shower

Your flesh and feces spill

The light fades from your eyes

The stool claims its first victim

I flush the organs down

The mother fucking toilet

I watch your eyeballs spin

Down the fucking bowl

The toilet starts to clog

I grab the fucking plunger

I start the plunge routine

I hear the organs squish

My desires are

Now satisfied

All I want is more

From the toilet of death

I inhale your organs

I feel them going down

I can't help feeling joy

Knowing you aren't around

Blood is on the stool

Your flesh begins to cool

All that I have now

Is blood on my face