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, shes 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’er body the hell’d one shot he - a beast I am, the beast she was, a cause to confound her, the wondering lot 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 this way: spraying light at my feet whilst gently I walk, I smile and closed the mouth won’t talk till blood the knife will feast. The people scream, with glowing gleam I look around, the smile does seem to render them fear, a color 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 and see only present days beast. Its horrible form does shower the storm that rains water to cover my tears. The end is now, this day - anyhow, I forgot to turn off the oven.