Wear Me Like A Necklace [Part III]

Two Bodies Lay Before Me
All Mangled And Twisted.
The Hours Seemed Like Minutes
As The Sun Finally Shifted.
I Stare Down At Both Of Them
Their Eyes Dead, But Deep.
Cold And Stiff Empty Souls
In Which Hold Silent Screams.
The Blood Has Stained Their Skin
Their Dignity Erased.
Eyes Begin To Shrink
A Blank Look On Their Face.
Although Their Breath Is Gone
Their Souls Still Remain.
Through My Sick, Twisted Fun
Through All Of The Pain.
I Take The Victim I First Robbed
And Put Him On The Desk.
Standing There, Getting Ready
To Work On This Huge Mess.
I Wipe The Blood From His Neck
Sew On The Tongue He Lacks.
Turn Him Onto His Chest
And Cut Open His Back.
There I Remove His Spinal Cord
And Turn Him Right Around.
Cut His Chest And Stomach
And Toss The Spine Upon The Ground.
I Remove That Cold Black Heart
That Ripped Mine In Two.
His Lungs Follow Behind The Heart
And His Stomach Too.
Use Some Thread, Sew His Skin
His Eyelids And His Lips.
Run My Finger Along Them So Slow
I Know That's What I'll Miss.
Next Comes That Little S**t
I Slam Her Right On Top.
It's Finally Time To Fix Her Up
Then Let The D**n B***h Rot.
I Glue Her Nails, Fix Her Teeth
Put Peroxide On Her Chest.
Sew Her Jaw Back Into Place
And Clean The Bloody Mess.
Remove Her Apple From Her Throat
And Bandage Her Cut Wrists.
Yank The Wire From Her Skin
And Toss It With The Rest.
I Dress Them Up All Nice And Neat
And Place Each In A Box.
Grin Widely To Myself
For I Cannot Be Stopped.
I Chuckle Lightly To Myself
There Is No Competition.
For That's The Advantage That You Get
For Being A Mortician.
I Place A Necklace, Red As Blood
Around Each Cold, Stiff Throat.
So Even Though They Are Dead
I'll Know They Still Are Choked.