Butcher With A Barbed Wire

running from you're own death
with hair fainted out of fear
and heart exhausted until death
mentally unstable, foam in mouth

brought you on the ground
you're screams ware echoing away
despaired hands are scratching my face
while i was cutting you're throat with barbed steel

bathed in arterial blood and collagen
from you're throat, with hands full of joy
I was chopping you're head off
agony and shock
you ware shaking in a puddle of blood