I forgot to turn off the oven

I know that bitch remembers this man, this smile, this hand, this wonderful man. Dark to blue the wonderful news: She's here again! She's out with him. Blade to blood through bone again, the only one I know is kindred. What room held the beast, what memories I'd release if I felt that skin, the luscious sweat, the must, the rusty blade she'd trust when down her skin it'd eventually go to further plunder fear when lo' she'd know my intentions inside her body: the hell-one-shot he. A beast I am, the beast she was, a cause to flounder the wondering lot of a killful pleasure when skillfully not the blade would render her dead.

Outside the room I watch the blood: to ground it goes like drip drip drip, with wonderful pleasure I take a sip, and smile. A while since when this happy I've been. Naughty the thought when naughty I'm not but no point in hate'n myself. Death is a likely sort: the morsel in mouth. When out the building I suck on the sweets, looking to left upon the street a lady begins to scream. They know my plunder. The old ones scream. My ears hurt much - that hag will pay. I walk to her slowly this wonderful day. The sun doth prettiful to clouds in this way, spraying light to my feet whilst gently I walk and smile. Closed the mouth won't talk 'till blood to knife will feast. The people scream with glowing gleam, I look all around the smile does seem to render them fear a colour so dear, I cherish the picture with heart. A pain in chest does render me blessed - to death it would seem. I feel the black come rolling in, the chariots scream too loud. I hate this already this death thing is steady, if only the dark could fade. I look at the sky with memories too shy. I see only present days beast. It's horrible form, does shower the storm with rain to cover my tears. The end is now, this day anyhow, I forgot to turn off the oven.