Three Weeks

I have a little story that I need to tell

You'll call me a monster and tell me burn in hell

Take that as a warning it's not for the weak

So let me tell you how I started the first week

Day one starts with my hand on her throat

Drag her through dirt as she fights full of hope

Blood on my knuckles her eyes full of fear

I take her to my house where no one will hear

Day three she's begging chained to the floor

Tears on her face as I'm aching for the gore

The chains keep her tight her voice runs weak

I give another cut with her blood on my cheek

You say I should feel guilty that I'm really sick

That'll never happen so you better shut up quick

Or I'll look into your eyes before I cut you up

Now back to the story please don't interrupt

Day five she can't stand she's out of energy

But she's still begging saying Please just let me leave

I can hear her praying but no God speaks

I laugh in her face as I make her bleed and bleed

Day seven comes and her breath runs out

I'm a little sad 'cause I won't hear her shout

I leave her lifeless body wrapped up in chains

As I figure out what to do with her remains

I dry-wiped the knife I don't want it to rust

I glances at her corpse and I couldn't help but blush

I take pride in my art and she's my masterpiece

But she couldn't stay 'cause it's now a crime scene

It's day ten now and stench creeps all around

I release her from her chains and put her in the ground

I take a drink of whiskey a smile on my lips

As I admire her blood-stained skin

Day fifteen Maggots eat her up

Her flesh turns black as she lays there in a slump

I cover up the grave whispers saying You did this

Of course I know I did it and I'm proud of it

I cleaned up the mess didn't want my clothes stained

I hung em up outside let em soak out in the rain

The house was quiet after whatever will I do?

Head full of these thoughts- dark twisted and taboo