Pleasure - Yattering

Try to comprehend me

Before you tear the aorta

Stab with a knife…

… Once again

Cut throat does not compare

To the pleasure of raping a child

Following her

I leered at her tiny boy

Watched her delicate moves

And that strange freshness

Now, she’s just a dead

Ripped corpse

… In the cut throat

I find my pleasure

Raping the child

You hatefully murder

Then desecrate

My body

You should have

Done it before…

… Before you thought

Of revenge

I was molested

It doesn’t matter now

Now it’s blood

Now it’s sperm

Cut throat

Pleasure