• Respect is in the heart,
    Which is where I'll start.
    So don't take it personally,
    When I carve yours out with a dull spoon,
    Then commence to toss it out of the room.

    As it flies through the air,
    I give your carcass a glare,
    Needless to say,
    I've been led astray,
    While I pour flames on your hair.

    The singed smell drifts throughout the halls,
    As I splatter your blood all over the walls.
    Shoes stick to the ground so porous with entrails,
    I contemplate the consequences that will be unveiled,
    Then shrug indifferently at what it entails.

    The sirens are blaring, an unnerving sound,
    Doors burst wide open, then I hit the ground.
    They drag me away, and haul me to town,
    Before that, I jotted a bloodied taunt down,
    Upon your crimson-stained gown.

    "Your milky eyes befell my soul, that moonlit summer's night.
    I lost all that I ever was, abstaining from their sight."