A lame night with a no-one

Down. Pacing thru the ice charred winter night
looking up to nothing but a place
to die with you
to cut your guts open
and feather fuck you
to slice threw your heart
till theres nothing left
but a blood soaked bossem
on your throbbing chest
while i stand breathless breathing-
in the fiend smoke
just to pass on a toke
pullout the damned firesword
and cut in
i let the cold steel soak in
for a moment or sechs
I exhale quite calmly
pull out the sword blood ridden
look down at your gash
slowly drag my razord teeth accross your sckin
carve my way thrue your skin to your blood gushing wound
as im chomp chomp chomping in
your innereds fresh
till the blood runs down my neck
slowly dripping to the cold icy charcoal ground
Leaving a vived pool of dwine red blood
filling in the crevestes creating moon mud
I stop for a while and stare at my own reflection
then up to yours
ashasmed i couldnt draw more
poetent of a picture to cut your fuck
i look up to you with a madman grin
just to kneel down and let the blood soak in