He thought he knew me that cheery little fuck.

Told you I slit out his lifeblood

the evil of yore.

I DID NO SUCH THING

Cut up the people was all I told him.

Did he listen?

Oh yes, very well.

He lays there, on the blood soaked ground with the cardboard

wrapped about his face

NOW HE DIES IN ETERNAL UNREST

The blood, it drips down into his eyes, staining his teeth,

once white gone dark.

How pure he was before I had my way with him.

Glance around you, those brave enough to look.

That little fucker could braid.

That lil fucker could cut

could kill

at will,

and all for me.

HIS FLESH WILL FINISH THE BRAID

Stepping away from his bloody corpse, I pull out my knife