• The dark abismal depths of fury sweeps me away to the carnal delights of black rage.
    As I tear open your pulcatng life-force, your strangled blood chokes cry stirs naught a feel of regret.
    As your pathetic usless shell falls with a sick collaps, I hold your shivering orgain in m hand untill it stills.

    Still steaming in the Icy air, I toss the offending object to the hound at my feet.
    His Loyal growl of thanks is all I need to know your death is forgotten.
    Now I stitch my heart together with a black thread of satisfaction.

    Who will whisper your name? Naught but the widow who pushedyou from her loins.

    But soon.
    I promise.

    She will meet you. Soon.

    I retreave my greatest treasure.
    The light glints off the coveted tip.
    I pat the hound, and leave the door open.

    "Soon." Comes the soft controlled voice.

    "Soon." The insanity agrees.