You're not emoting:    one of us will have to dig deeper;    These are my cheek nails:    Penetration, though unclean,    can make you bleed    in so many interesting ways;   I rend your flesh and caress your fears    as you weep      Human tragedy...    Let this be a lesson to you, it's symbolic    Let this dirt define your grave      Midmortemtorment,    ornament of dandling flesh;    Why do you vomit?    You should have seen the last one I did:   I chewed it to a paste and spit it out    when I was done, yet the gummy taste    of anus still smothers my tongue       Girth control, to me, is considered an art;    Fat's fully excised as I tear you apart;   my maleficence is as deep aas it can get:    I derive enjoyment from cruel torture   and messy death       I tear your legs from their sockets    to ease my pilfering of your pockets    Better for you if you'd been born headless    Blame your mother you weren't born headless       Now that it's over, you'll be remembered,   but not missed, swathed in cerements    to keep in the precious cold      I turn and pass away in violence an gunfire;    the earth soaks up my brain...   I see myself as I've been       I see myself