Passion For Disembowelment Poem by Polly Klomp

Chained to the ground, your blood is dripping out! !


With bloodshed eyes and shaking hands
I grab your neck so tight
This urge for pain is so unreal
It makes my eyes go blind

As my blade, pierces your skin
Your pale face starts to show tears
My blood flow speeds with adrenaline
Scream out dear, show me your fears

Tie you down on the bed, still screaming for help
You’re the one so perfect the one to caress.
Your beauty alive, is more beautiful dead,
So there goes your life, you no longer possess

My Passion for disembowelment,
Grows with every kill
My Passion for disembowelment,
It's my lust for thrill.

As your scream echoes in my sin, the knife is stabbing deeper
While you beg me to stop, I’m ripping you open,
As you are begging me to stop,
I start laughing.
As you are begging me to stop,
I start laughing.
As an endless killer,
I am taking my time.
When you start to cry,
The rush begins to kick in

When your eyes have shed their final tears
and your screaming fades away
I shove my hand beneath your flesh
Digging through your chest, putting your heart to rest

My blade is rushing in!
The red flow starts to flee!
The paper cuts are burning!
I am your enemy!

Slowly I take my scalpel, ruining your skin
Slowly reaching for your head, so I can begin.
Close your eyes my dear, the pain won’t go away.
Close your eyes my dear, this is only what you deserve

My blade is rushing in!
The red flow starts to flee!
The paper cuts are burning!
I am your enemy! I am your enemy!

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My Passion for disembowelment,
Grows with every kill
My Passion for disembowelment,
It's my lust for thrill.

This time you won’t escape me,
This time you won’t run away,
Without further ado,
I'm coming for you