Ripping tearing, you feel like
You are playing a violin, just playing
Music in general because you pour your
Heart and soul into it... Literally.
You hear the cracking of bones in the wind,
while the screaming sounds of a little girl
Are softer than a pin.
The blood is gushing like a volcano erupting,
And creating a puddle the size of a great lake.
Their veins come out like spaghetti,
And blood comes along as sauce.
The brain feels like an undercooked lasagna ...and
The heart feels like raw poultry. The art
To this is more than just killing, but
Figuring out what will come next.
A very complex procedure, you would never think could happen.
The process of being...
Ripped apart.