The glint of the knife
Evil look on my face
I’m taking a life
Right here in this place
Press against the soft skin
Feel the flesh break
A scary, growing grin
From the pleasure I take
See the red flow
A sudden wet rush
Slice again and again
Watch red liquids gush
Done with the job
Wipe my sticky red hands
Slowly lick my fingers
Sweet on taste glands
I feel a bit guilty
And it’s messy, I know
But how much fun it is
To slice a tomato! |