Rot through the skin. Deep within is where the cut and scythe Bleed them out. They spill about. One by one they end a life. Hacking, they butchered them malevolently. Extirpate. Annihilate. Bring forth unholy Amputation is done by singularity The fixation on the cold body enlightens me Draining blood, I cut, I slice, I slash, I dice the skin Untouched, they pray I stop, but I start to begin