COUP DE GRACE ©

Overshadowed their tragic lives with pseudonymous murder.

Don't leave home after dark as fear and panic stalk the street.

Unidentified killer through this impoverished district.

Disemboweled with a six-inch knife now, no survivor in a back alleyway.

Cold case, a victim disappearance.

Unconscionable crime, smell of death in the air.

If you love me, you will let me set you free.

Take you out this fuckin world, take you out your misery.

Psychological instruments. The dead silence, the negligence. 

Your perfume, the pestilence. That’s surrounding this residence.

I need you to listen to me, your execution is living through me.

Mirror all this punishment, strap you to my breaking wheel.

Number of beatings described in each case. 

Executioner, aim for the heart Coup De Grace. 

Body braided through wooden spokes, aim for the heart, Coup De Grace.

Interpreted as God's intervention. Number of tortures described in each case.

Vulgar favors written in cold blood. All my stories delved in the worst. 

Rivers of blood flow forth the nightfall. Dehumanized me into a monster.

Look what you have done… Look what I’ve become… 

Wrist-bound with black cable my imagination runs wild through my silent patient.

Prolific and diabolic bone-chilling I sink my teeth into you. 

I'll be gone in the dark…