The Slashing King.

My dark intrusive-thoughts of true gore,
Control every single step that I take,
Mercy ending, gave into sin,
No longer containing this furious wish.

The worst exclusive, side of torture,
turning faster than the planet in space,
Bloody cleaving, joy from within,
A lunacy have overpowered my grip.

Waste,
These filth ridden scum shall feast on my knife,
Writhe,
Please squeal like the pigs you've become,
Slave,
Scourging deep within your skin,
Wreath,
At the feet of the Slashing King.

Rethinking nothing, live in blood,
Muscles twitching in the violent haze,
Victims growing, I can't be stopped,
Every single limb has to be chopped.

Visceral sculptors, hanging art,
Scattered through these halls of my work,
Livid beings, tortured for years,
Lachrymal collection of tears.

Mace,
I bludgeon your face to a purple cave,
Blithe,
Releasing built anger on life,
Rage,
Fileting your flesh to perfection,
Wreath,
At the feet of the Slashing King.