Round oily face with small eyes
Full of narcissism,
Is looking at me and smirking.
Disgust, fear, and hatred
Are tearing me apart.
A hook-shaped knife in my hand
Is shining and changing tons of shades,
Just like I drew it on a paper for you.
One more word from your filthiest mouth,
And the rotten throat will fill with blood,
And the eyes will freeze.
They taught me well; I keep cold.
The door is slammed.
I will have my time,
My time to slice you into pieces
And watch your damned soul burn on its way to hell.